I got away from the clown show and found something better in the jungle!

I’m still at the shadenfruede stage. How about you?
Here’s a work in progress that I titled The Tip of the Storm.

As we undevelop as a nation, there will be warriors opening doors with the language of the arts. May we find each other and become a worldwide family.

I’m thinking about how I will spend my time in the upcoming four years.

A cold white blanket
Cloaks her in tenacity
She shivers inside

Poised among the stars
A golden cascade of leaves
Shimmer in the night
A glance of ancient wisdom
She feels sighs below
Her omniscient grandmothers
Nurture her deep roots