The wind has ceased clearing away
old lies and false games in play.
New lies form and cling to every surface
and truth is once again surfeit.
Snow may provide pristine cover
until snow melts and we discover
one lie lies atop another.
Spring seems too far away
and each day we must wait seems unsafe.
I welcome any blowing wind that rages,
if it uncovers the millions of pages
hidden behind bureaucratic stages.
Sunlight always follows storms
which speed across a continent’s norms
and freshens the air we all breathe,
able to fill lungs eager to breathe free.
A cold wind is as good as warm.
Each wind has its own charm.
Both can clear the air and remove
what would cause us harm.
No wind today to grace
what feels a very unsafe space.
So, I blow words across a page.
A warning wind blowing hard and truly
meant to make us all a bit unruly.
No place for Kings, I remind you.
We gather together, we too few.
Let the winds blow and harden our stance
to face and uncover lies which advance
the tyranny of greedy overlords
who cannot stand up to truthful words.
Spring is coming, or so, I have heard told.
Until it comes, blow winds! Blow!
No matter how cold.
annarino writes 