Climate in Crisis

The afternoon sun lingers over a thirsty landscape after a recent rain…

A cleansing ritual normally receding with the promise of all things renewed…

Clear, clean, and refreshed after a nice long quenching drink the earth should sing with rejuvenation…

But there is SO much drought and SO much cracked earth that the liquid is merely a lifeline, it’s sustenance barely adequate.

I liken it to an IV that thwarts death but fails to restore true life.

My heart aches for this living ground we walk on.

Her survival is our survival, and we must act accordingly.

©Dani Heart

12-6-2022

Cloudy With a Chance of Democracy Ending

Darkness falls early on this the eve of yet another contentious election in America…

The clouds loom heavy as the cold breeze whispers foreboding of a potentially ominous outcome…

Yet there are patches of pristine bright blue sky that echo the hope that remains in my heart…

My mind races with the kind of clarity that comes from a recent cleansing rain…

My insides churn and I shiver from the cold and brutal ugliness being screamed from pulpits and broadcast daily from media masquerading as news

This could be a beginning, or an end, or the beginning of the end of life as we have known it.

The rustling has quieted… the stillness and silence is deafening.

This night will be long…

The days ahead perilous…

Democracy is fragile we must vote like our lives depend on protecting it because they do.

©Dani Heart

11-7-2022