I’m vaxxed and I’m boosted.
My mask is in place.
My hand sanitizer is tucked
into place.
I still keep a distance
while waiting in line.
And some isolation is
suiting me fine.
I’m coping with COVID
as best as I can.
A lifetime with COVID
was NEVER my plan.
Butterflies and rainbows
and blue forget me nots.
Leprechauns and friendly folks
and other loving thoughts.
Useful days and quiet nights
and skies both clear and blue.
Hope and joy and happiness…
I send these all to you.
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The sun peeps over the Cascade peaks,
checking out the day.
It sends its rays in ragged streaks,
deciding if it will stay.
It doesn’t.
There’s a ship in the harbor –
blazing with light.
It shifts with the tide
as it waits through the night.
I didn’t get COVID and
my neighbor got better
and our life is pretty normal on the street.
But I feel a bit chary
e’en outside in January
so I’m going to pull a mask up when we meet.
I looked for the moon in the cold night sky.
I looked for it high and low.
I looked everywhere.
But it wasn’t there.
Nowhere.
Where did it go?
OMG! Did you see the moon
hanging low in the northwest sky?
OMG! Did it lose its way
midst the planets hurtling by?
OMG! Did it make a mistake?
Did it change its course too soon?
OMG! As you came awake…
did you happen to see the moon?
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Little lives – so harshly gone.
Horror splashes through the headlines.
Then, our memories move on.
…Succumbing to temptation!!…
I hear the cookies calling!
Crumbl Cookies in the house!
Defenses are all Falling!
SOS!
SOS!
It’s true January rings in a New Year.
It’s also a month that’s quite dismal and drear.
I watch all the forecasts. I’m feeling quite wary.
Who knows what we’ll get when it turns February?
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