~~ a Springtime quindecim
The world slowly opens its eyes, sleep lazily drifting away-- from a year of treatment trial to real-life--so far from benign. Changes await--careless and wise; whate'er we do, whate'er we say, the virus spreads 'mongst us still, and more choose to brave the vaccine. Beleaguered businesses devise plans to re-open 'midst the fray; some return with variant viral increase showing no let-up sign. What was is done, ne'er will it be relived. The things--this day--we see matter, e'en when we disagree. Winds of Spring challenge Winter's droll as temperatures rise and fall. The "Lion," chased by frolicking "Lamb," skitters into the waking woods, then returns with his empty bowl-- whistling sweetly, utters a call to Springtime warmth, mimicking clam-- then lowers it to scoop his "goods." Remnant sweetness drifts to the shoal, settles against debris strewn wall-- although it did spare Birmingham-- while moving on to other 'hoods. Awakening is bittersweet as the month pulses to its feet when Winter's cold and warmth do meet. ~~~~~~~~~~ As Winter draws to a close and Springtime opens her eyes, we all await warmer days with antsy anticipation. A combination of factors makes this "looking forward" even edgier this year: the Covid-19 pandemic, the social distancing and disinfecting protocols to protect self and others, the record-breaking snowfall and temperatures, the toll taken by both the pandemic and the weather. Even as we are hopeful for a year of recovery, health, happiness, and prosperity, we face new challenges in various forms. Look ahead with assurance of the fact: "This too shall pass," (Anonymous).
Photo Above: by Gerd Altmann @pixabay.com.