silence in the sunshine
waited for bad news
under heavy hot skies

the fat worm slithered off
subdued by sultry sunshine
by persistent inevitabilities

calm after storm
sweet stillness enrages
what to do with the fists?

loveless greenery surrounds
muttering blossoms
the lavish imbalance of

insideous peace glaring
in the sunshine
in the face of our fall

expelled banished parched
unforgiving weeds of our own creation
beg forgiveness.


– Diane Sophrin.
  Vermont, 7.14.18