Is this enough for you,
these coldly dreary days
when dew frost bites
flowers bold enough
to brave the threats
of a winter not quite through?
Snow waits above
the sky’s borders high
and falls with icy rain in tow
to warming earth down below.
Climate knows not
which way to go.
She is confused and changeable,
grief-stricken and unreliable,
searching for freedom
amidst the rubble and dark skies,
bringing tears to those-who-love’s eyes.
This is no Arab Spring
where hope can grow.
This is a tethered Spring
driven along by bullying winds
daring anything to grow
or even survive in Mariupol,
now Finland and Sweden, too.
This is a dark cloud eclipsing the sun
where once democracy could freely run.
Is this enough for you;
or too much to bear a moment longer,
wishing we could be as brave as Ukrainians
and so much stronger ?
Is this enough for you ?
annarino writes 