Our Choice

OUR CHOICE this is the winter of our discontent the four horsemen ride exultant slaughter in churches bombed nurseries corrupt legislators pollinators dying for lack of forage all the sun’s blessings can not disguise our disintegration small acts of gentleness saving horses and tiny piglets from factory farms a touch of hands or smile on the phone keep the choking smoke away we are the lucky ones who see these distant fires signaling from hill to hill