The candle’s light is burning.
Its light is clear and true.
The candle shines for all the world.
It also shines for you.
The candle’s light is burning.
Its light is clear and true.
The candle shines for all the world.
It also shines for you.
The Russian tanks roll ‘cross Ukraine.
Putin claims it as his own.
He sips his Russian vodka on
his self-appointed throne.
Trump calls him a “genius”.
Pompeo likes his style.
Ukrainians keep on fighting.
But they’re losing – mile by mile.
The CDC is saying that
we don’t need to be masked.
They thank all those who’ve covered
and have done as they have asked.
But now, they say, that things have changed–
and we can show our faces.
And pesky masks can disappear–
not leaving signs or traces.
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The Russian troops roll through Ukraine.
Putin’s goal seems clear.
He sees. He wants. He acts. He takes.
The world won’t interfere.
Outside, my yard grows daffodils.
They push up through the snow.
New life stirs up beneath the soil
as things begin to grow.
They say that COVID’s over.
It’s just all So Yesterday.
But death still walks among us.
COVID hasn’t gone away.
The daffodils push up their buds
through February snow.
The temp outside’s still freezing,
but they think it’s time to grow.
Our January meeting was an intimate affair.
We looked around the lovely room.
Only four were there.
We talked about the book we read,
exclaimed about the weather,
and chose another book to read
when next we’d get together.
The Omicron is rampant.
COVID threat’s still in the air.
But, we could pause and laugh again
as we took time to share.
Thanks, Betty
A daffodil pushed up its nose.
I’m said to say: its nose is froze.
The daffodils should be quite wary.
There’s ice and cold in February.
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932,738 Confirmed US Deaths
They say it’s getting better.
They say it’s slowing down.
They say that soon we’ll hardly know
it even hangs around.
They say that masking’s over.
They say life can go on.
I surely hope that it is true.
We’ve near a million gone.
932,738 confirmed US Death
They say it’s getting better.
They say it’s slowing down.
They say that soon we’ll hardly know
it even hangs around.
They say that masking’s over.
They say life can go on.
I surely hope that it is true.
We’ve near a million gone.