( A poem by Eve Gaal )
Sunshine paints December flowers,
in Hollywood tones of lilac and lavender.
Tumbleweeds blow across the state.
Fires sparkle and burn,
spread by wind that churns.
Makes me want to fly above the smoke,
douse it with my tears.
I hear bells and ask why?
courtyard chimes gently ding.
Mission bells ring,
as if a flurry of angels are receiving wings.
Families huddle together in shelters.
They will relate to a baby in a manger.
A cold desert night with mules and sheep
instead of fancy jewels or a rugged Jeep.
They might look at the stars and wonder why
they were chosen to tell the tale,
thankful they didn’t die.
Why do some flowers poke through asphalt,
despite incredible odds?
Why do the myopic insist on driving?
why is the runt often a favorite?
Why is California so beautiful and painful at the same time?
Merry Christmas to all my friends and followers from Intangible Hearts.