Quiet and listless Several days in a row Sunshine only a maybe In the later stage of the day The sky and lake are gray No horizon can be found The water is smooth, glass like No wind blowing at all Nature is singing no songs If she were they would be songs of pain The lichen on trees refuse to glow This is all part of the waiting game Be patient in waiting I have said that before But it made sense when I said it It doesn’t now or forevermore And then last night Clouds blocked the light of the moon All of its promises lost It was to be large and pink I looked and searched, but Just a bright nighttime gray A sickly-looking exasperating sight No sound, but then the peal of A distant nighttime train The sound was eerie Matching the way I felt Weeks of isolation Nothing to promote energy And with all those things to do The world has shut down Nothing left but an empty feeling And the look of a sad circus clown Now it is a little later in the day Still no sunshine; not even a ray A slight breeze lifts slowly the flag With colors still brilliant even though I remain sad Stanski April 8, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 