At five in the morning the sun was just giving us a little light,
but at eight the southern sky was alive with a blaze of golden,
pink, orange and fuchsia resembling a gentle, lovely sunset.
I know the red sky in the morning warning,
but I hope this isn’t what you would call red.
We shall see as the day progresses and
I will leave the reader in wonder as
I am not equipped to do up to the hour weather reports.
Yesterday we had a snarly, cold, bone chilling day.
There was no snow, but beauty was found in
the rippling streams of the creeks heading into the lake.
Beauty is always there. You just have to
look for it on certain days.
Normally, it is given to us in abundance.
This has been an awkward year with so
many events and holidays cancelled by those in power.
They send out proclamations telling us
what we already know and they threaten us
with a fine or jail time, although some prisoners
have been released to keep them safe from the Covid-19 virus.
So a rapist goes free and I get jailed for eating
in a diner without my mask on.
Many doctors say the mask does no good,
except it makes you feel better and
as far as social distancing goes,
six feet is not enough as the virus
floats for at least thirty meters.
Christmas is only fifteen days away and
Santa Claus is offered to the children in
a plastic suit with built-in facial covering
and can only whisper ho, ho, ho. It is surreal.
Many were taken away by other conditions
but their deaths were labeled Comid-19.
No one is eager to see a loved one leave,
but it is inevitable and Covid takes the rap.
We feel bad because we were kept from seeing them
Government works that way, taking away our freedoms
They do it by fiat and it has no legal standing
They are cold and bone-chilling in their sentiment
It is eight-thirty and the sky has lost all color except gray
I don’t know if that is a good or bad omen
We shall see and in the meantime stay safe
Stanski
December 10, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 