The Robin and the Olive branch

As autumn breezes boldly in,
A Robin on an Olive branch.
The gatherers are hard at work,
As leaves begin their avalanche.

Seasons spinning ever faster,
All patched up with sticking plaster.
Already I am chasing Spring,
When life renews, and Robins sing

Toy Story

It’s time to have a hoo-ha
I can feel it in the air, 
Everyone’s on tenterhooks, 
Tread carefully out there!

A rash of strong opinions, 
A clash of points of view, 
People lining up on sides, 
Not sure of what to do.

Tweeters chirping loudly, 
Red faces Facebooked too, 
Papers full of angsty cries
While we all sit and stew. 

Where is all this heading, 
These sights and fights and noise?
I guess we’ve reached that moment,
where we all throw out our toys.

Happy Hour

I crave that instant wisdom,
At the dawning of the hour,
I seek to balance justice,
For this weak and pretty flower.

I cannot hope to save her,
Her roots? Fragile and dry.
To fertilize the past, they say,
Will only make us cry.

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