Rain’s always worth it—
little rainbows will emerge
lighten up our lives
Rainbows
Bleeding hearts
If the blood of innocents
seeped through continental plates,
dripped into our winter sunsets—
would they still be pretty?
Iron
The mother, a bridge,
carries the weight of her world
ironclad shoulders
Showdown
Pimples on the Earth
sign of boiling rage within;
volcanic showdown
Untarnished
Blending blissfully
blues of the ocean and sky
untarnished by wars
