There is beauty
Look for it
Where is the horizon?
Lost in the haze
It is cold
Wind is blowing
Great limbs shaking
Their snow cover flying
Not adding much
To the plentiful mass
On the ground
The snow-blower
Looks tired and froze
We’ll give it another day
Faint shadows give
Hope for the sun
The sky is light to gray
Lake water frozen
Birds are quiet
Nature dominates
We have no say
Can only endure
Call ourselves lucky
We have heat and water
There are many staggering
On the streets of the cities
No home or shelter
They survive somehow
Huddle together
Keep small fires in pails
They bother the wealthy
Living in fenced compounds
This is not pretty
Conditions exist
For many reasons
Addictions, loss of jobs,
Lack of qualifications,
Illegal immigrants
Will we learn?
There is a rule of law
Nature is above this
Acts on its own
Animals hibernate
Deer are insulated
Squirrels and chipmunks
Have warm nests
They are safe and
Mostly stay quiet
Still beauty prevails
Paths through the snow
Pastoral scenes
Running brooks
Artists tremble
Wishing they could
Capture this on canvas
We stay in and wait
Our time will come
To have a say in
This mixed up world
Many opinions
One truth
Stanski
October 21, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 