A Glimmer Of Hope In Lebanon

A glimmer of hope in Lebanon

(for order out of murderous chaos)

is followed by more murderous chaos,

as ice accumulates on a tree. 

The boughs break, the trunk will split.

It’s a very unlucky tree, I think,

looking out a window here,

where glitter builds on a large birch.

Should we aim shotguns at the tree,

or go outside and address it warmly,

puffing against the glassy bark,

while freezing rain yet falls?