Haiku #307 (Views)

Daily humid haze
Cannot contain excitement
Across the lagoon

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Floss-silk

Her thorns are a mystery
each a sweetbrier
of history

With roots running deep
there’s strength
in her beliefs

She reaches for the sky
no rhymes or reasons
to justify

Thriving in a cold world
fighting for space
to unfurl

Bestowed by unique beauty
I find myself beguilingly
on duty

Barren of emotional leaves
yet still a formidable
tree, needs

Note: These trees are in my neighborhood, I’m not certain what they are, but Google indicates this is a  floss-silk tree common in California. 

Let’s hope for…

The individual courage
To drive back the darkness
That allows the hate to flourish
In the hearts of empathetic carcass’s

The human connections
To bring us back to the basics
That built a strong nation on diversity
In the land of dreams, which made us famous

The new representatives
To restore humanity and decency
That eradicates the leading narcissist
In overwhelming counts never before seen