SIX MORE WEEKS

 
Last year’s dune grass
Struggling against the snow
Manages to send a wave
Especially when cold winds blow
 
                Today they’re quiet
                Today they are gray
                No more give and take
                No wind to make them wave
 
Tomorrow may be brighter
Tomorrow may find the sun
Although it may be a warmer
Still too early to feel the game is won
 
                Ground hogs will see shadows
                Run and hide in their holes
                Leaving us with six more weeks
                Influenced by the northern pole
 
The way it is is the way it is
And that’s alright with me
Seasons evolve on a schedule
But you and I are free
 
                Now another worry
                Over which we have no control
                A virus that has proven deadly
                Life has its twists and turns
 
Puts our living in perspective
Demands we prioritize
Life is a precious gift
In spite of sun or rain
 
                We shall overcome
                By the grace of God
                Mankind has much to learn
                As we begin the strive
 
Stanski
March 12, 2020 ^