right before our eyes
the slow explosion of green
the color of spring
can there be so many hues
are our senses awakened
right before our eyes
the slow explosion of green
the color of spring
can there be so many hues
are our senses awakened
on the window sill
spearmint, garlic, and lemon
flavors of our food
while they’re not life sustaining
they add much needed color
virtual funeral
a different perspective
all the empty pews
how can this be really true
or is this truly the real
through walls and fences
the sound of children laughing
joy can’t be contained
living with “shelter in place”
what will be our narratives?
lives in the balance
no one knows their allotment
time measured to each
how long we live matters not
how well we love matters more