By: James G. Piatt

When I am probing for relief from
dark days, my mind is fraught
with the omens of a murky future,
the sky is filled with dark thunder,
and foreign deserts with
rebellious cruelty, and the airways
are bursting with arrogant voices
filled with lies and ego… I loose
my optimism,

But then I dream of a softer
world, where the balmy summer
sun shines on green leafed trees
covering a dusty deer path
leading to a flowered meadow
laced with colored wildflowers
that waft gentle perfumed aromas
into the silent air, and I have hope
again.