Seasons in the Desert

Seasons in the Desert

The yard lies dead
Branches limp with brown leaves
Moldy looking; sad,
Like they're unloved.
Which, at the moment, is true.

I guess that's right for January
I've lived here 60 years
I still don't know what to expect.
Frozen in, I stare blankly
Hopelessly fearlessly.
Is it the weather or me
dying.

Not my question.
A lousy question no matter.
Enough! Enough! Life
Love Understanding.
Dialogue will thaw this freeze
And prayer heals attitudes,
Bodies, feelings.

Thawing this adamantine
Ground in which our nation roots
And my family
Mongrels all. Squawkers
At odds all oddballs we
Who's not

Soften me, make me love
Oddballs, softballs.
Remind us to have a dream
And to seek a spring,
Renewing our questions
Budding into how can I help?