lillian the home poet

Winds ripple
wind chimes sing
I sit basking in autumn sun.

Winds howl
news spews discordance
I cringe in easy chair.

Storm breaks
Covid strikes hard
I blink in disbelief.

Where is the calm
as sirens scream cross seas?
God help us all.

I am usually a Pollyanna…..but these times can test our frame of mind and make us feel the gloom and doom. I choose to write out my feelings. It is a way to rid me of those I do not want to harbor. Having done that, I now shall smile with hope. May we all somehow do our part to brush away the storms that seem to surround us these days; and pray for those who are caught up in them and suffering in these times.