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Haiku: Promise of Spring
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Holiday Message 2020
A strange year just passed shaped by COVID19
Not in sync with my usual Christmas card message
Wearing masks for distancing safe but not jolly
Constant hand washing causes skin to dry out
A tragic time for U.S. and the world
Overwhelming death counts and grieving survivors
Occupy daily news headlines and stories
Businesses closed devastate the economy
Virtual school classes and all sorts of Zooming
Afford us necessary human connections
Neighbors helping neighbors and kindness of strangers
Testify that love still sheds a warm light
Holiday time is simply amazing
The arts are creating novel celebrations
Human spirit surges to reaffirm season
God’s gift of new life evergreen
Moving On
Tomorrow they empty the pool
Drain away our summer oasis
Silence the happy voices
Leave us to start over again
For a while things seemed almost normal
People exercised, floated, swam laps
Children splashed while moms supervised
Many stretched out on chairs in the sun
Now we reenter a virtual world
Zoom connects us for learning and fun
School is in session a variety of ways
We will discover new ways life can go on
Waiting For the Dawn
Like seeds sprouting in dark soil
A fetus growing toward its birth
We await a new day dawning
Whose nature yet remains unknown
Chaos often births creation
Pain and suffering signal change
Death precedes a resurrection
Secrets revealed in due time
Though our despair and fear are real
The agonies we now endure
May someday be transformed
And joy come again
Coronavirus Itinerary
From the beginning
It was a strange journey
I thought I would do well
I like staying home
My many fixed routines
Soon seemed to crumble
I needed companionship
The warm blooded kind
I talked to my plants
Texted friends and family
Read books, watched old movies
Took long walks outside
I realized present time
Took all of my energy
Learning to Zoom
Became a mixed blessing
Past familiar habits
No longer sustained me
It was exhausting
Getting through the day
Future time distant
Offered no hint of comfort
May as well live
In this new present I’m in
Mornings are difficult
A thick fog encircles me
Passing by lunchtime
Leaving me empty
And then this morning
I welcomed a visitor
My muse on my shoulder
Telling me to write
Haiku: Hope Is the Thing With Feathers
Changes are daunting
Signs of aging surround me
Not for faint of heart
Surprises yet charm
Emanating from strangers
Delight and joy
Days that begin grey
May hold moments of newness
I’m not giving up
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