Sunlight

Long shadows as the sun creeps up over the crest of the forest. The air is fresh today. The clouds light. The oppression of cold winter aridity and biting winds feels like a distant memory, but for the snow still covering the ground. I heard a robin singing with joy at the sunrise. I move with lighter steps in this atmosphere, waiting for a warm wind to kiss my face with the promise of summer. The wisdom of trees is proven now, as running water and warming air greet their already opening buds. The slow seasonal tilt toward sunlight crests a milestone on Sunday when spring officially arrives, but we're close enough now to truly feel it. It not only warms us, it feed us, sending its rays into the chlorophyl of plant matter, providing the energy that fuel photosynthesis, the miracle of sugar production, the foundation of life itself. As the tall pines seem to smile in the basking warmth of sunrise, I feel at home, content, in place in nature. The spring also rises in me.

And so, the violence being perpetrated by Washington, the killing and the stealing and the installation of middle class poverty as a way of life in the United States seems contrary to the very goals of life itself. Nature must cringe at the condition, I cringe for Earth. These men who wrap themselves in flags and pretend to stake out morality are evil men. They say the terrorists require these evils, but they are the terrorists. They terrify me, diminish my children's future, harm my parents' well-being, pull rugs out from under my siblings, offend my neighbors, and bring a shame to our great nation. My slow persisent resistence to their evil ways, like the buds opening slowly, awaits a true springtime of culture in this country, it hopes for the sunlight of truth, a solstice for our better selves.