Pandemic poetry 3/21/2020

After the chaos

The panic

The mad scrambling and scratching

After many layoffs and tears and cries

There is the spring morning quiet

The bird song

There is a hushed breath

Yesterday’s tumultuous happenings were matched by querulous weather and wind

As promised Spring is arriving like a lion

But for this moment, it is good to sit and just breathe.

© by Dan DeMarle 3/21/2020