Horrible headlines begin my day.
Lies and smears and angry men
deplete, distress, and stress my soul.
I seek solace, air to breathe,
some calm, some beauty, comfort, space.

I seek the source of playful birds
who fly to soar and sing for joy,
flower blossoms lush and full,
caressing sun and flirting wind,
sparkling drops of rain and love,
inspiration shining on
ordinary life, aesthetic
muse, sun and shadows both
create the pictures of the heart.

Release. Regroup. Rebel. Regain.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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