Disruptions and the Fog of Disappointment
The violin plays her sad song and I rest in the refrain.
The foundation's cracks look wide; I wonder how long it will hold.
The familiar isn't so familiar any more.
Is anybody listening and what are they listening to?
Invisible enemies have always been our downfall,
and Father Death has always been the Great Equalizer.
After the storms, Mother Nature brings her clean up crew.
The sun is trying to emerge from behind the clouds,
and, without fail, spring follows winter.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020