The world stands poised for change we know,
Pristine mounds of melting snow
Thaw underfoot as out we go
With well-shod feet;
It’s as if Nature blanks the past
Biden waits his chance at last
The old regime, soon to be cast
Out in the street…
Winter’s blanket starts to fray
The frosty filigree gives way
To mirrored mud pools tinged with grey;
The cold dawn cracks!
Pigeons, on woodland rim, swoop low
In fragile sunlight they all know
Life is awakening below
They must make tracks …
Still in our closed world we abide
No let-up on this long, long ride
Which has our patience sorely tried
For quite a while;
In spring when leaves dress every tree
And birds and bees rejoice, will we
Be vaccinated and mask-free?
Doubt clouds my
smile …
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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