when walls

when walls are built
are voices  heard
as they echo their
angry words.
when walls are built
do we stare ahead
at the blankness
with joy
or with silent dread.
when walls are built
that
love cannot penetrate
only hate
will permeate.

solo

in this cold
on this branch
i am so alone
even while my flock
flies above,
and perches
below.

what we love

what we love:

we love life, love, animals, music, kindness, compassion, peace, harmony, trust, faith, camaraderie, caring, sharing. giving. getting.
feeling, touching and being touched; learning, teaching. wonder,
flights fanciful and imaginative, quiet moments, bursts of unbridled joy.

and in that spirit,, there is no room for violence, hate, bigotry, hypocrisy, deceit,and associated self serving deceptions.

your truth is yours, but THE truth is, and will not be denied.

heart froze

if your heart froze

was it the path you chose

words perhaps uttered

from an angry pose.

or an empty space

needing to be filled

better done with language

gentle and chilled.

the ride

if you take your trip
on the love express.
there is
no stop
for

hatred.

that little voice

listen listen
look carefully
that little voice,
rising...
straining to be heard
wishing to be seen,
will be.

winterflower

ice, rain
cold
and snow...
one little flower
refuses to
go.