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As the Spring Birds Sing
coronavirus diary XII 4/13/2020
As birds sing of Spring,
we sit in sorrow.
Under pandemic lockdown, not sure
of our tomorrow,
jobs and livelihood disappear.
Hunkered down in required isolation,
each day, we’re losing ones held dear;
uncles, teachers, grocery store workers.
Grandparents sealed in their eldercare homes
wave to family through locked doors and windows.
As we shelter within our enclosing walls,
red foxes roam; hedgehogs wander.
Left to usher in Spring without human hustle
and bustle, Earth catches her breath.
We hide behind masks; scramble for ventilators,
as birds build nests in the branches and bramble.
This year, crowded hospitals beds groan
as Lilac boughs bud, preparing to blossom.
by Marjorie Moorhead