The view through my windows is changing.
A bleak and ruinous December is now coming to pass.
The foul stench of death and hopelessness is
subtly being replaced by the surprisingly relieving aroma of
The landscape is bare.
The canvas is blank.
The love is new,
In spite of
the demons that roam this Earth
jumping from blank minds, black hearts
to weak and misinformed consciences.
It’s a dark night,
but a bright day confidently awaits.
But apologies for timing and imperfections are violently left behind.
Though still hiding, still fearful.
Still, we’re right on time.