~~ a calendar quindecim
‘Claim to Fame’
As April showers vie for claim to fame,
May looms on encroaching horizon
in garb of eminent poetic bloom
gracing halls of hearth and loam--high mountain
and deep vale, glen, dale, and wandering trail.
The celebrations of blessed motherhood,
the rhythm and beat of the graduate march,
the encroachment drives a summertime mood
boasting slushes and teas soothing the parch
with hydration resisting sun and heat.
Thoughts of vacation and a break from school--
perched, poised, prompting from edge of seat--
fuel visions of fun in a cool pool.
Coronavirus still lurking around
means concern for safety needs still abound
as May emerges beautifully gowned.
Will schools break for summer in month of May,
or will Covid steal summer away too?
As parts of the world put numbers at bay--
lowering the toll, skittering the skew--
day to day life tries to stage a return
of health and wellness at school, work, and home.
Other countries are struggling to quell the grind
viral death takes on economic gloam
with numbers climbing and boggling the mind.
Help will be sent and, none of it too soon;
but it will not lighten the weight of grief--
of losing loved ones and misery strewn
by an unwanted crasher with morbid motif.
How long must we wait just longing to see
"normal" events, wondering what will be,
till this evil virus will set us free?
Photo Above: by Gerd Altmann @pixabay.com.
~~ a calendar quindecim
April showers may cause the creeks to rise
and oft produce stormy clouds in the skies.
The rain comes down, soaks into earth
giving surroundings brilliant rebirth.
Flowering trees, plants nigh to us
get into the act--glorious!
How does God know when to provide
a boost to spirits 'round the world.
Greening the trees and grass to mow.
planting the seeds in rows to hoe,
helping the victims of flooding--
we stay busy all through the Spring.
Re-cooping from Covid-19,
we rebuild lives somewhere between
where they once were and visions seen.
Watching the ripples as they grow
touching more lives than we can know.
We are oft engrossed in our world,
paying no heed to what is hurled
away toward others losing all
when storms and flooding come to call.
Some suffer--reeling in silence--
others will wail, seek recompense,
but some will look up, try to help
heal the pain of another's whelp--
knowing healing comes from giving
to those about who are grieving.
Always look outward and you'll see
the love you give comes back to thee
in many ways, but always free!
Photo Above: by Clem Onojeghuo @Unsplash.
Commonly, ye old merry month of May
presents flowers from April's cool showers,
abundant sunshine in place of drab gray
skies brings us early harvests from forests,
vegetable gardens, berry patches
and herb gardens' aromatic promise
of summer. Bringing the dinner tables
to life with vivid visual vibrance
of color and ambience--much the same
as do our thoughts and memories of yore
tickle taste buds with mouth-watering fame
of delectable favorites and more.
All of these treasures in much more subtle
fashion as COVID-19 doth frazzle
nerves, events beyond our home-fire easel.
Photo by: Akemy Mory on Unsplash.com
April showers do bring May flowers only
when they come on schedule, but when early
I would bet those flowers are early too.
They will be peaking their noses at you
from beneath that sodden soil and eyeing
those clouds while, looking for sunshine, hoping
beyond hope they are still perky, pretty
when those June weddings march in so freshly.
I don't know though, June weddings might not be
since coronavirus stopped in to see
just what we're about in this country free --
in life, liberty -- above all, happy.
I believe there is more yet to be seen
of this vile, sickening killer that's been
traversing our world with death knell so keen.
Image above by Malcolm Lightbody — on Unsplash.com