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| Approaching Storm Digital Painting 2020 |
COVID-19
The virus,
a coronavirus,
something new,
came at us
from out of the blue.
China,
takes the blame,
the source,
some say wild game.
A novel virus,
it slipped the net,
and flew by plane
around the world,
unrestrained.
An epidemic,
soon became,
pandemic.
With no resistance, and
no vaccine to arrest the menace,
humanity will suffer,
a consequence
…….unpleasant.
Hopefully,
time will bring resistance,
a cure,
and life will return,
as it was before.
Hopefully.
March 20, 2020
Although it was still dark outside, and
pitch black in the bedroom,
I was wakened by a chorus of birds singing,
rejoicing no doubt,
the arrival of the spring equinox,
a warming zephyr, and
a spring like rain.
Do the birds know, I thought?
From the security of sleep my mind awoke,
to thoughts
of the previous day, and
slipped into overdrive,
as I returned to reality.
as I returned to reality.
Today, wont be like every other day,
no,
today will be much like yesterday,
today will be much like yesterday,
reduced traffic, few people on the streets, and
despite the fact that the schools have been shut down,
few children in the playground,
the park at the back of our home.
the park at the back of our home.
No,
today won’t be like other days,
today won’t be like other days,
days it seems,
now long gone, when
in reality,
in reality,
it was only a few yesterdays when,
things,
things,
life,
seemed to hold
seemed to hold
promise,
promise for better times,
times to enjoy.
Now,
Nature it would seem,
has seen fit,
to send
the apocalyptic horsemen,
to remind humanity of their frailty, and
of their place
in the nature of things.
in the nature of things.
A coronavirus,
a warning perhaps,
of questionable source,
is infecting humanity .
Isolation,
quarantine,
the only protection.
Life continues of course, but
not as before,
as humanity wonders,
what nature has in store.
I wander to the kitchen, and
with coffee in hand,
I listen to the birds sing as before,
and wonder,
what do they know?
In the twilight I notice that the rain has helped patches of snow to fade away.
Patches of grass can be seen here and there in twilight’s dimness.
Spring will soon be here. And,
I wonder…
I wonder…
Will I?
Will you……?
EAS 2020
EAS 2020
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| The American Southwest Digital Painting 2020 |
