Lichens in a Windstorm

Lichens  lay, clothed twigs

everywhere  on the driveway,

Tortured forms in scattered  pieces ripped from their branches,

by buffeting winds.

Like soldiers on a battlefield.

Our country's Capital

Security men, crushed and beaten

 by a rampaging mob.

Splintered glass and wood,

torn from fine finished doors that opened to world dignitaries.

Still ...

lichens also lay

 amidst newly emerging stems of the Spring's daffodils.