And Tomorrow, and the Earth

Despite the toxic tribble's daily blurt
about the greatness of the stars and stripes
(especially the white ones), I take heart
knowing that secret graces, tender hopes

still break from seeds, take root, and strive to sprout
in inauspicious February soil.
The planet tilts toward spring. I place no faith
in the newsmakers, in the fearmongers,

in the rancid demagogues. I believe
in this slow silent growth, this peaceful change
from winter's dogma, bald rigidities,

to fertile questions generating love,
to wide compassion for the fresh and strange,
to sun that melts our cold complacencies.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-11 at 10:35

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
BRAVO ZULU!
2019-02-14


Bibek
Reads like a prayer, Tom. Beautifully crafted.
2019-02-12


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Fine writing. I hope that you're right.
2019-02-11