June Will Be Okay

Deciding this morning whether
To be afraid for our weather

For this Earth
For its Underlings

I noticed triumph
Its and Theirs

I saw green, cold tears

There was little left to do
Open wide the window

Cry out
Three cheers for a cold victory!


Thank you for this window now,
Of thin and vintage time.
The safehouse to set a spell,
The anchored birch, my lean-to.
That I’d be reminded
In these gusty days
There is still
The reaching skyward
And strength to see it.


Bad, bad wisdom
Borrowed initially while window browsing
Then purchased at too high a price
Only to learn it’s all lies
Fast and loose
First hustling Saturday morning cereal
Now each night seeking votes and souls

(Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 9)