Ode to 2020

Ode to 2020

Little one,

despite everything

or perhaps,

because

of every thing

that happened this year.

You will not only

survive

but thrive!

The seeds you planted this year,

will grow into might oaks

ashtrees,

birches,

rowans,

and linden trees.

Like the bards of old

and the poets

of your home-land said :

Gently growing ,

moist blossom of poetreee

will grow in their own time.

And as

once purified,

of your stuff

Nature's rage

will be unleashed,

on those

ignorant, arrogant

usurpers

that are trying to take LOVE

out of

sLOVEnia.

Despite you not quite

trusting it yet,

little lights,

flickering flames,

will light up

the bonfire hearts

of the the ancestors,

living within us

All over, under and within

the land.

Till then,

keep stirring

that volcano in teacup.

And enjoy

every

conscious

breath.