Advice in Time of Plague (Free Verse)
A free ferse poem and two sonnett
Do not Abandon all hope ye who enter here
nor let the wight of current events crush your soul.
Mourn what is lost, but not too long.
Crush the hurdle of despair and
the dark thoughts lurking there.
Pitch a tent near cool mountain streams.
Lay spoil to grim demeanor and resurrect hope.
Revel in the comedy of a fence lizards display.
Delight in wild violets and trout lilies.
Never forget, you are called to live.
Social Distancing (Sonnet II)
I scorn all those cities with so called delights,
And seek a shelter from electronic chaff.
Find the key to my pleasure on nature’s heights
Shed my suit for khaki and a hiking staff.
O whisk me away to those yonder days
I promise to give the landscape its due
Where wind with leaves so often plays.
When morning sky glows in salmon and blue
Though rain might fall, my clothing to drench,
I stick to the trails with a softer hue
I’ll celebrate nature, not hide in a trench,
As smoke must rise from a neighboring flue.
Keep your highways and cities conveniently planned.
I’ll happily travel a more distant land.
So does the drought give birth to quenching rain,
As heat of day recedes with cooler night.
The arctic bear from northern sky takes flight.
With darkness ended, sun must rise again.
The Turquoise sky aflame with salmon red
As clouds leap fish-like from the eastern rim.
Across the watery sky we see them skim.
When evening comes the turquoise blue has fled.
As thirsty people cry for quenching rain,
The leaves of trees like paper scorched by sun.
The heat parched winds must cross the dusty plain.
Dry ferns uncurl like newfound life begun.
The soul revives where once despair had lain,
And seeds shall sprout as life must have its run.