To whom can you turn when life loses luster,
'cause the world all around tilts off kilter.
All reason collapses, worries cluster,
as vision blurs midst the twirling clutter.
It's each to his own, and one must attend
to business from home where the factors blend
a bit of this, a touch of that, just when
everything seemed to be soothing the skin.
Nothing is ever as presently seems
when the germ beacons with alluring beams
targeting those with the armor fading,
giving way to weakness, illness, aging.
The virus is bringing the world to its knees
as others bring germs home from overseas --
no one is immune, and yet no one flees.
Everyone points to another in blame
seeking a scapegoat to put in the frame
designed for someone of a diff'rent name
with home fires striving to achieve the same.
Blaming one another no problem solves,
creating smokescreens no one absolves
as this germ around everyone revolves,
no respecter of riches it dissolves.
Like a plague it strikes the strong and the weak
blurring defenses, making them oblique
due to lack of remedy all will seek
when symptoms ravage, weaken at their peak.
There is no cure and no treatment per se
except to ease discomfort, wielding way
to live through the virus, muddle the fray.
The factions ignore large factors looming
as the germs thrive and are ever blooming
'til too many lives are lost, assuming
another will see to life resuming.
Then when recovering is out of our hand
the factions attempt to find methods grand
with a view to protecting all who stand
together against the germ in our land.
In the end it comes down to the dawning --
an age coronavirus is spawning --
in a world caught midst nonchalant yawning
as the germ ripped through sheltering awning.
It ne'er is good to become too secure
in a pattern designed to gray and obscure
attractions that lure into unsafe moor.
Image above: From CDC Image Libraries.
March winds arrive with blustery sunshine chill
marching through forests, over hill and dale.
Through plains lands, swamplands, farmlands and cities,
o'er countryside filled with dogs and kitties,
she makes her presence known as birds chirp songs
heralding springtime's parading entrance:
bright yellow greens in variegating dance
with blazing white dazzle in royal throngs.
Colors of the rainbow fill ground and tree
as yards, orchards, forests call to the bee --
whilst a jubilant melody exudes
from the wren, robin and goldfinch etudes.
Home garden plantings, wheat land plantings too,
fill a hustling, bustling nonchalant hue
with lists of tasks and fun yet left to do!
February slides into place, the chilly air takes on ice;
what was new, fun to explore -- now, not so nice.
The urge to get out and about, feel sunshine's sway
set into motion -- builds up need -- by one really nice day.
Thoughts linger on the garden a bit, the taste of fresh produce
on the tip of the tongue excites the taste buds, begins to induce
a yearning, a longing, for the freshness -- the sweetness -- of spring,
new leaves on trees, red and white flow'ring and new songs to sing.
Days yet cloudy make that fireplace hearth a nice place to stand
as we dream about sunshine, start tilling that land in our mind.
Sometimes in winter, a brief break is nice -- time to rekindle the fire,
rejuvenating those coals from that early, dark morning hour.
Starting those beans with some onion, garlic, hock of holiday ham --
making sourdough bread for some sweet butter and jam,
and the comforting savor of an enticing entre made with a yam.
January brings in a brand new year,
gives all a blank slate, fresh start will appear.
So, if last year did not end very well --
in time, there will be a new tale to tell.
Put another log on the nesting fire,
kick back for some time with your heart's desire.
Cold days, colder nights make family
huddle inside, sipping cocoa with glee.
The morning sun seems a lot brighter now,
glistening through the ice on ev'ry tree bough.
Winter's wonderland inspires awe in view --
savor the mem'ry 'afore melted through.
Those who like the cold relish winter's beau,
missing the beauty before it moves fro --
making way for springs flowery brow.
Saying ‘Goodbye’ to days of old,
preparing for new days in view;
watching the old wind down, expire —
one last ‘Hurrah’ before the due.
Parties galore, much to be done,
friends will gather, endless blather;
dressed to the nines, bidding good will,
eating hors d’oeuvres . . . crackers a ‘slather.
Everyone gathers New Year’s Eve
to watch ‘old year out’, ‘new year in’;
knowing good times ‘of old’ are gone
and will never be seen again.
Talk of ‘those days’ enjoyed you’ll hear —
reminiscings heard all around —
until ‘Clock’ bids ‘the old’ adieu
and loudly the buzzer doth sound.
Then all will lift arms high in toast
to the brand-new year we accrue
as the chorus of Robert Burns’
‘Auld Lang Syne’ ends the ‘old year’ true.
‘Old Long Since,’ the Scottish ditty
all will sing, brings the ‘old year’s end’
while welcoming in the ‘brand new’ . . .
new beginnings and ways to mend.
Resolutions are made by all —
it seems — as they strive to start anew;
good will and intent toasts are raised . . .
promising ties will last with you.
Thanksgiving is done, now we have to run
to keep our waistline from expanding.
Wow, it's Christmas once again;
we're scratching our heads and wondering
just how a year has passed so soon,
and what gifts to give we are pondering.
Deals we grabbed Black Friday morn
will have some hearts engaging
in treasured interchange so thankful.
We search in stores and online too
for trinkets, toys and flashy bangle --
talking, thinking, tracking - the month through.
December is hustle and bustle time;
Christmas carols make the air chime
with all sorts of special sentiment rhyme.
by tkbrown 
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