The Future news
has made the Present
precious
in visceral ways

 This Sky – is it still blue
or shading to green
where poison taints it?

This Tree – still living,
still spreading a hurt
majesty
in quiet defiance

This child of mine, of yours
dreams on the verge
of abandon
whose grip holds
both anger and trust
and love still
against all odds

Ah yes, the Wheel Turns
with us, without us
it turns and Yule reigns
the Sun’s annual

Comfort there
for perceiving this
the Turning Wheel
We still exist, still witness
still hope
still hold fast to love

and Deep Celebration
of Life

Blessed Be