Seeds of Love

Soon we will be parting

And I have got the blues

My heart and mind are fighting

Oh which one will I choose

My heart tells me I love you

My mind says it’s too soon

Though the seed becomes the flower

It needs some time to bloom

Once the seed is planted

It will begin to sprout

Like the seed the love in my heart

Is growing without a doubt

But love seeds cost just pennies

And many are planted each year

Without the tending they need to grow

The sprouts will die it’s clear.

©Dani Heart

 6-23-88

(For Ericka)

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