Spring, 2020
This Covid is a raging scourge.
I pray, “Dear Lord, please stem the surge;
let the normal re-emerge.”
Yet, spring arrived, new life in tow,
with buds to bloom and green to grow,
warmth and showers to bestow.
The squirrels chattered, free of care,
played tag, of watchers unaware.
Sun came out with rays to spare.
Regaled by birds and front-porch chimes,
I thought of blessings of these times.
Spring engendered brand-new rhymes.
January 11, 2021
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Sponsor: Rob Levasseur
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