There’s a “waning gibbous moon” tonight.
But, I won’t see it happen.
The skies are raining, gloom, and drear
and I’ll be in bed a nappin’.
There’s a “waning gibbous moon” tonight.
But, I won’t see it happen.
The skies are raining, gloom, and drear
and I’ll be in bed a nappin’.
I wake each morning with a hopeful heart
that sets me on my way
and I’m thankful for the gifts of joy
that fill my life each day.
COVID Numbers: Going Down.
Economy: Improving.
Life is picking up again.
Things have started moving.
The things we learn in kindergarten
are things we all need to know.
And if there isn’t kindergarten….
how will kids flourish and grow?
Whoever would think so many would die…
lives cut short….families cry…
Whoever would think the hand of death
would just reach down and take our breath…
Whoever would think our lives would
become a year of isolation…
Whoever would think a pandemic would bring
the world to such cold desolation….
Just shoot any one who bothers you.
Just shoot any one in sight.
Just shoot any one who crosses you.
With a gun, you’re the one who‘s right.
Mother Nature’s had enough
of the species we call ”man.”
She’s going to do away with us
using any means she can.
We haven’t been gentle on the earth.
We’re much more trouble than we’re worth.
Mankind makes Mother Nature cuss…
so she’s clearing out the likes of us.
May’s a month of gaiety,
with blooming shrubs and flowers—
a world of bunnies, birds, and bees
mixed in with fog and showers.
May’s a month of butterflies
with rainbows now and then.
She brightens up a waking world
so summer can come in.
My garden gate is open
signaling welcome to a friend.
If you’d like a cozy visit,
please feel free to step right in.
My COVID brain is damaged.
I have lost my epicenter.
Tho they’re taking off the sanctions,
I’m not ready to re-enter.
My friends have gotten older
and a few did not survive.
The world is more confusing.
I’ve forgotten how to drive!