A Year Has Passed
Another year has passed And Autumn comes again at last To usher in memories of my poetic dreams
I've stalled time and again this year Not completing themes I fear
Lost my way in the anger Of the body politic, a danger
To my own mental peace of mind In due time perhaps I will find
My way back home to discover The fruits of Garden Psalms, a labor
To harvest fruits much greater Than the hatred that blooms
A simpler time I pine for Where neighbors still knock at the door
To share their lives and times before the Covid grind where
Hate and isolation define This once tolerable nation.