Anew and whistle the hummingbirds flirt with flowers.
Rain and thistle a stream colors earthen stones.
A mist floats over a meadow of a variety of green.
Shudder and blink thunder pounds your door.
Rain stings your skin.
You stay in your car to vote.
A totem pole pleads your stay. Yet, you pack your bag and hit the road. Count your steps your being watched.
The above poem, is about a thought on today’s climate of political and economical situation.