Change Is In The Air

A group of nine separate Senryus... or a poem of nine triplets! Can be described either way.

There’s a scent upon 

This continent…and ‘tis the

Stench of discontent…

An acrid odor

 That hovers over this proud, 

But befuddled land

Frowns upon faces 

Of all races…puzzled now

of their proper places

Curious mixture 

Of hope and fear…once distant

That now hovers near

A leader whose ilk 

Ne’er tried before... now looms 

Large before our door

Will our nation now

Bloom and flower…or face a 

Future dark and dour

We the people must…

Simply shrug our shoulders and

Give our complete trust

It’s Fate and Karma

That will rule the day…Matters

Not what man will say

So smell the Roses

Enjoy the moment and with

Gusto seize the day

Author's Note

I composed this poem of triplets from nine different Senryus just for the fun of it!