We saw winter come dressed in gauze,
Sheer transparent white
Dancing and swirling;
Dressing fields, roofs, cars and plants
in wondrous coats,
Dress designers drop their tools.
Sun rises higher in the sky
warming, smiling, revealing.
Cars don’t look so pretty now.
Only nature shines in many hues.
A plant pot catches my eyes
as it displays,
Little fir tree in spring green
lit from within
Surrounded by flowers so glowing
in sheer gold, burnished gold,
deep purple heather for show.
The sky exhilaratingly blue
after many grey and sad looking days.
My heart sings with the birds
as I finish Sunday breakfast
conversing with you.
The world is burning
Minds of leaders are flaming
Earth is crying for its children
who seem so set on destruction.
I look out and see a gentle drizzle
With backdrop of rising sun
Such beautiful and peaceful display.
So right and so contrary to our news.
Missiles are flying here and there,
the stupidity, the cruelty of it all.
Why, oh why do we choose them?
Leaders with frozen hearts
Who live only on hackneyed rhetoric.
Death, tears, despair fills the lands
as their people are flung across the world;
many dead, others can hardly walk.
Seeing the destruction of human beings
and of Earth, I think
What do we and the leaders do?
Just accept annihilation,
cede and lay down – tearless now
All dried out or burnt
Just like Earth.
© miriam ivarson
I am the tree reaching for the sky
I am the woman underneath
I am the leaves glowing in the sun
I am the Earth that feeds
I am the bird on the branch
I am the deer in the glade
I am the squirrel flying between.
I am the girl diving in the sea
I am the sea
I am the woman watching stars
I am Stardust
I am you
You are me.
© miriam ivarson