The sky is powder blue
The sun, unnaturally bright
A silver disk of light
Melting the few remaining patches of dirty snow
There is a buzz in the air
And birdsong
The feeling of spring, and joy
At its early return.
The sky is powder blue
The sun, unnaturally bright
A silver disk of light
Melting the few remaining patches of dirty snow
There is a buzz in the air
And birdsong
The feeling of spring, and joy
At its early return.
It is cold outside, but the sun is shining
The sky is striped, blue and white
I can feel the cold coming, seeping through the windows
The sun’s light through wavey glass
Snow clings to the limbs of my tree
Each flake a tiny prism from which the sun light leaps
And there is hope, today in America…there is hope
It is cloudy in Minneapolis, a gray day in America
The capital is occupied by terrorists, insurrectionists
A coup de etat is being attempted in America
Shots fired at the capital
A woman rolls past the cameras on a gurney
Her face bloodied, gravely injured
Terrorists have occupied the floor of the House
The Senate chamber is under their control
Trump supporters flying Trump flags wearing Trump hats
A bunch of brown shirts, chickens come home to roost
The mob is fighting the capital police
Reports of flash bang grenades
The final process of ratifying the presidential election has been
upended
The clock is ticking, they have five days to complete their work