How Many Phases
Confronted with this year's grim virus scare
our spring was lost to common joys we share-
new hope with summer rays?
But summer came, and much remained the same;
death numbers down, but normal, cannot claim-
perhaps by autumn's blaze?
Now heading there- though, little progress made;
most schools and other start-backs, still delayed-
will wintertime amaze?
How many phases must we end and start;
or will poor headway keep our worlds apart-
will then- next spring rephrase?
The cycle of this virus is unknown;
into the realm of guesses, we are thrown-
with this pandemic craze.
Told wearing masks could be for many years;
not good to hear, as true hope disappears.
God, please send brighter days.
August 1, 2020
Premiere Contest: Tail-Rhyme Stanza
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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