A small patch of green
in a reflection mostly
of dead leaves and clouds
reminds us that there
will come a time when
change is in the air and
new growth bursts forth.
While people are hungry
and aid has been squashed,
billionaires’ wealth increases.
While some no longer have jobs
a garish addition is added to
the People’s house without
their permission. When citizens’
health care is at stake, politicians
shut down the government.
To survive, we must hold on to
that small patch of green
hope. We must hold on.
(Photo taken by me on a walk around a nearby pond)

November 4, 2025 at 3:17 pm
Love it! Just came in from raking. I was thinking about all my poppy seed blown by the wind and now little green potential reaching up to the sky.
Nature is so awesome. Love your poem and the photo.
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