Blue Tsunami

Black crows again this morning - change is on her way.
Spirit messengers and fresh air after
cleansing rain night but regrets weigh heavy;
they wash over me and what is freezes me to now
and the only way out is forward.
Feeling the blues,
blue snowstorms and blue iceburgs
stand ready to usher in a tsunami of love and justice.
The birds cry.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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