The sun has become harder to bear
this late April morning.....under
a perfect blue sky, the sun is bright as ever,
it slightly ****** the skin,
grass takes all the heat but is just as green
and still sways to the blowing wind...
we're showered with many tribulations,
bombarded with dim scenarios...revelations
of despondency, death, desperation,
......and of man's evil inclinations...
fear and confusion filter through holes
and tiniest crevices of grounds and walls,
we make do with small corners,
just to create spaces apart from each other
we hear warnings...talks in apocalyptic
tones...we learn of events cataclysmic,
yet, we ignore earth's stormy winds and waves,
telling us.....begging us to change our ways.
we breathe, we can see, we have ears
clearly, we choose what to see and hear...
........................................................
.......................................................
..........................Spring's sky is all over,
but, the lilt, the spring feeling, is nowhere
.......................................................
.......................................................
Sally
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 5, 2020
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC
The sun has become harder to bear
this late April morning.....under
a perfect blue sky, the sun is bright as ever,
it slightly ****** the skin,
grass takes all the heat but is just as green
and still sways to the blowing wind...
we're showered with many tribulations,
bombarded with dim scenarios...revelations
of despondency, death, desperation,
......and of man's evil inclinations...
fear and confusion filter through holes
and tiniest crevices of grounds and walls,
we make do with small corners,
just to create spaces apart from each other
we hear warnings...talks in apocalyptic
tones...we learn of events cataclysmic,
yet, we ignore earth's stormy winds and waves,
telling us.....begging us to change our ways.
we breathe, we can see, we have ears
clearly, we choose what to see and hear...
........................................................
.......................................................
..........................Spring's sky is all over,
but, the lilt, the spring feeling, is nowhere
.......................................................
.......................................................
Sally
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 5, 2020
(forget the beach, be safe on home shores
lest you get the virus and.....be abhorred.)
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