Leaves Blowing

        The wind was blowing the leaves across the wide courts in the sunny, sunny, morning.

    This made me want to write some poetry. Some would paint a picture, a painting. Take some photos. Write a story, film a short. Compose some music. Smile and laugh, or quietly convalesce in feelings of nostalgia, or euphoria, or some kind of happy, contented, sentiment.

    Yes, happy. We had a long, or cold and more than normal amount of snow, winter. Three weeks remain on the calendar, but the temperatures have risen well above freezing. Leaves, dead from last fall (before Donald Trump won again, and imposed Musk and DOGE and now bantering with the long-pilloried president of Ukraine.)

    I feel for Mr. Zelensky. We do not know what he has gone through. I think of him as heroic. He can tell us the travails of deadly and hostile Russia.

    It's March.

 

    We hope the war in Ukraine and Russia will stop. We pray the Palestinians and Israelis can find some places of peace. There is Congo, and also Sudan.

    Have the Chinese stopped torturing and enslaving the Muslim Uigher?

    Is Syria doing better? How is Yemen?

    I enjoyed the leaves blowing swiftly across the wide courts on this blustery, sunny, non-freezing March day. We look forward to warmer, more peaceful, and fun days to come.