There is this:

Another shooting by

an angry young man,

bombs falling in Ukraine,

more books banned,

a decision reversed by

men who have never

been pregnant,

acts of hate increasing,

and a budget that

cannot be settled by

pontificating politicians.

And then there is this:

On a cool morning

gentle rain is falling,

soft moss surrounds

an old tree in the woods,

a magnolia blossom

graces a tree on the 

side of the road, and

the wood thrush’s throaty

voice calls among

other birds twittering.