APPROACHING STORM - COVID-19

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.

Today, wont be like every other day,

no,
 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.

No,
today won’t be like other days, 

days it seems, 

now long gone, when
in reality,

it was only a few yesterdays when,
things,

life,
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.

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…

Will I? 

Will you……?

                                                         EAS 2020

The American Southwest                                   Digital Painting                                              2020