The World in Which I Live

Musings from my life – poetry and prose

My grandson turned four
amidst a great pandemic
He is strong and brave

Late start to the day
My dreams kept me so busy
Awake, I can rest

She lived such a life
Full of adventure, so brave
She was my hero 
for my Aunt Betsy - Mary Jane Myhand

Just days until dawn
A new light come from the east
Let it be lovely

Sleeplessness last night
Waiting for the sun to rise
It brings new life

Raindrops fall again
finally a respite from 
drought and pestilence

Snow fell this morning
the ground covered white and clean
In an instant, gone

The sound of nothing
but the blowing wind outside
My mind is at rest.

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