March Into April Blue
The winds of March missed their cue
when the days slipped in with April's rains
for a week or two, they held back leaving heavy dew
as graying skies flooded city and plains.
Now as April saunters in
teasing tax time as COVID collects its revenue
March is awakening the restless wild wind
marking time at home, just me and my little dog Blue.
Sheltering alone and quiet in place
stop the political back and forth, be strong
give the heroes of the day a break and prayer for grace
worry later who was right or who was wrong.
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