Tears like raindrops fall
forty days of making music
giving gratitude for essential workers
forty days I have been sheltering
in place with people who love me
forty days I have watched
the news with hope, with despair
forty days have passed
since I held a grandchild in my arms
forty days of hope
of believing we could
make it end, this nightmare
called pandemic,
today the sky snivels,
joins me in deep longing
blooms, bright yellow reflect
the droplets of sorrow
Beltane's arrival seeks
Mayday Mayday Mayday
release.
gloriafern
April 30, 2020
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