My Glory Be Year
Dissipated in Dis-ease
Gathered up in Love

Being home alone
A solitude that settles
Like a day of grace.

Virus imperils
Body with deep aches and pains
Slow recovery

Sadness marks our days
Counting those lives lost, failed dreams,
Life won’t be the same.

Sun, rain, summer days
Long walks detouring around
Changing horizon

In March sycamores
leafed green, today a golden
arch marks time and change.

Anticipating
Fall, harvest traditions masked
With disappointment

Holding together
In our trials and triumphs
We are not alone.

Mercy, gratitude
Good things zoom into close view,
Feasts for Diversion

Inspired by Brian Bilston FB “Year to Date”