New poem

Has everyone forgotten the COVID year of not just fear but living in a horror movie not sure when it would end?

I got the first line thinking how fast spring is rushing by and seems too fleeting, I’m running after it yelling Slow the fuck down; only today has it sunken in. Here’s the poem. I go from spring to death pretty quickly but that’s the thing about nature; it’s like the myth of Persephone; the underworld is always lurking around the corner…

Spring came on like thunder;

I almost missed it.

Couples intertwined on benches,

Chess matches in the park,

The boards painted green and white,

Neon blue blush pink sunset on Facebook –

Something I could paint.

Just 4 years ago we couldn’t go outside;

The very air could not be breathed:

Hidden deadly droplets in it.

When I wash my hands, I think of the 20 seconds I stopped counting.

Remembering a summer of death.

Summer now creeps up as the sun gives a warm hug;

Back to humans splattering blood across the warm spring daffodils.