#spread wonder

[judyfortbrenneman]

Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:

I dreamt a desert

where howling winds sang my shape

soothing bones of whales

[judyfortbrenneman]

Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:

Basalt filled valleys

aeons eroded softer hills

inverting mountains

[judyfortbrenneman]

Small signs of hope:

Storm rages outside

Nestled in my kitchen’s warmth

orchid blooms begin

[judyfortbrenneman]

Small signs of hope:

Blessed are neighbors

with strong backs and stout shovels

and generous hearts

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Small signs of hope:

Vivid dreams of words

Dancing letters scattering

An unwritten song

[judyfortbrenneman]

Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:

Cookie trays unused

     (they’re not mine;

     guests leave them

     every year; some

     I return, some

     are forgotten, one’s

     a tray holding

     last year’s poinsettia)

The house is too clean

The leftovers are foods

We always eat but

The wishes are there

Calling out over the wire

     and wireless

Happy Solstice

The vaccine is coming

The New Year is coming

The Light is growing

We are grateful

Our voices are here

[judyfortbrenneman]

Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:

Trailside attraction

Fairy Garden spins delight

Magic in chalk lines

[judyfortbrenneman]

Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:

Look at that! The sun

came up again this morning

Such beautiful light