It's late and its early

The computer is noisy  whirring away
the kitten crawls all the desk fascinated
watches the screen cursor move
gentle one he only sits on my shoulder
his whiskers tickle as he plays with my hair 
he curls in front of me between keyboard and
tries to distract my strokes
the future it looked so bright with cars
and bicycles running on batteries
alternative power
community housing
free energy and
getting of the grid
now we are marching
into a void of  blackness and coal
It is three am and time for sweet sleep to dream of light
another day has passed of connections and phone calls
of friendship and work on the farm gathering walnuts
that mother earth cured out of their green soft hull I
gather and dry them in the drying cupboard thanking
the tree for such abundance the days are changing
the rain came in soft and welcoming as the earth's plants
celebrated three months of drought and drank deep
the colors of autumn call me to paint light orange and red
the leaves fall big and beautiful from the maple tree to
brighten the laneway green ribbed the color of Canada
deer gather in the orchard does  mothers and bucks
horns pointed they are so majestic elegant hatted ones
walking on grass turning green again the silence of this
season is so romantic and filled with longing for peace
yes peace is paradise should be everyone's rights being
the right to be and then facebook clips tell stories of pain
why John Kennedy was murdered for the speech he made
but Obama and Romney will never elevate us at all
pawns in a game of money and oil for blood they are
not men enough to take the bullet  did to bring down
the nameless faceless ones I want peace and I want for
 every person on this planet to have shelter food and
not be dying on the street enraged at their fate of pain
oh cruel and sorrowful mean nasty ones who hurt self
and others wake up wake up wake up wake up now