A Little Romance In May

I had thought to bring you oranges,
Or a tiny pearl to dangle
At the hollow of your throat,
A kiss away from where my heart would be,
To dream of in the night
When you are fast asleep,
Or violets to stay with you
When I am gone away,
Or purple ribbons!
They to tie your hair
Which in its own way falls
To lie against your face
As so would I.

I had thought to do these things
And someday will,
But for today I only brought a tear,
A smile,words said in the setting sun,
And then the night.

April Showers Bring May ... showers

Soon May brings romance, but for now, rain.

A downpour lashes at the glass
And high winds send rain pelting
On the shaken tree,
Drenching sodden, soggy earth
And making ghosts
That sway and writhe
As phantoms running from the storm
Haunt my window eerily
In the fading light.

Osama Ben Ladin is dead. No, justice was not done. Revenge was done. Too late now to argue which ought to be preferred in these circumstances. Makes you think about that cancer on our Republic, Guantanamo. What have we there? Certainly not justice. How about cowardess? How should a brave people deal with those who have offended it?
We all know the answer. Shouldn't the cowards in Washington know too?