Seeking solace

What does one write in this time of strife. Do I write about the garden wakening in hues of blue and yellow? Of the earth warming as sprouts of Bloodroot and Bleeding Hearts break through reminding me there will be spring; buds on maples, lilacs, and apples while I seek solace in my garden; it grounds me and I feel a genuine part of life.

Now more than ever I need that solace. I need sun, sprouts, and birdsong. I need those, while taking calls from employees totally lost, seeking someone to guide them. I didn’t sign up for that and could say “it’s not my job” but I can’t. That’s not whom I am. And so I talk and listen to their crying and do my best to help them. But it takes a toll.

Life is cruel at this moment but honestly, it’s been a long time coming. We, humans, have poisoned the earth for hundreds of years, and I believe it’s pay back time. Governments and big business have waved aside the consequences of neglect for decades. I pity children and what they will need to endure in the following decades. It won’t be pleasant.

This is about political as I will ever post. ~sigh~ my mind can’t format haiku or sonnets, or even a bright post. My paints lay, abandoned. Scribblings remain unfinished in the journal. My focus is unfocused. I have faith that this will too pass while I putter in the earth...

silence

there is a silence upon the earth,

families are sheltered in homes

not daring to step out

unless a need for provisions.

education is left to parents

reviewing letters and numbers,

over and over, how to sign your name,

pencil scribbling between lines.

walkers and runners step forth

on my street, gauging the 6’ distance

while waving and nodding

those brave to exit their safe net.

us “essential services” employees

attend work, ready to give the hex sign

of back off at a moments notice,

tis tiring being ever alert.

my brain is vacant, as is my body,

while I feel for those without a daily job

to attend to, do they feel the same

for us keeping the lines open?

I enjoy this silence, lack of traffic

in my town, allowing me to travel

from home to work to home

in record time, in silence...

March Full Moon

leaving before sunrise

the full moon of March

silenced my steps,

with a charcoal grey sky

as a back-drop, the moon

o that glorious moon

shimmered in gold,

its roundness softened

blending into the sky

I gasped not just at the view

but the morning sky in its

ominous tone...

and then freezing rain fell

Robin of Red-breast

Your early morning song

greeted me the past week,

such a heart warming

to the start of the day.

Today in brilliant sunshine

I watched you in the apple tree

serenading the neighbourhood

with your song of spring.

Sing on Robin of Red-breast

lighten the day with joy

as we struggle with winters end

which can’t come too soon.

wild water - haiku

wild water giggles

while its blanket of ice thaws

warming in sunshine