Christmas time is here, friends cannot draw near. We wear our masks, complete tasks, attempt our songs of cheer.
What I experience and stumble across, planned events or unplanned circumstances.
a poppy for COVID
Having seen the monuments dedicated to those who sacrificed their lives, I wonder what it would be like, to see a monument to the dead of this virus. A monument to the survivors, many of whom still suffer.
when december calls
When December calls...
love should be easy...
These ruins sit unused, generations pass them by.
Leaves fall. Each one starts, a gentle cascade to the earth, carried by the breeze.
I lose myself in the music if only for a moment.
through the storm
It is a swirling storm that reigns my thoughts.
I would normally bake two dozen butter tarts, because you loved them.
I don’t see you any more, your lights dimmed amidst the glow of others.
Play harder than you worry.
Your kindness matters.
I fell apart
I fell apart today picked up the broken pieces, quickly taped them back up, went on my way.
Perhaps it's time to flatten other curves.
I stopped, met my deadline...