Super Bowl Sunday and cold outside
Warm greetings I do send
In the form of a poem and please forgive
The rhyming rules I bend
In writing this brief account
Of a week not according to plan
But could have been worse and I’m grateful for that –
Here’s how it all began:
Across my path a zooming speck
Its aim was all too clear
It sensed my human warmth and O!
It took a little veer
Like the pretty snake of old
Twas looking for a home
It lodged within my cells and then
I fell into the gloam
Not very sick but ostracized
From healthy company
To ‘not very sick’ I lift my glass:
Moderna! One two three!
Ostracized? Or Sabbath rest?
What shall we call this week?
Some shows I watched, some books I read
Some deskwork I did seek
A travelog I did create
Of a recent expedition
Sat in the sun, turned off my brain
And reveled in no obligation
Except to bask one day at a time
Beloved and on the mend
And smile at the gift this morning brought
Zooming around the bend
No speck this time but an elegant bird
Chestnut brown her wing
Streaks on her breast and golden eye
Doing her breakfast thing
Turning the leaves at the edge of the hedge
A vigorous thrashing she made
My mouth turned up in simple delight
At the angel in my glade
And so this frosty Sunday
I send you from my home
Smiles and joy and gratitude
And from my heart: Shalom.

Thanks Phoebe, seems that you and you travel mates are recovering nicely. Thanks to modern science and the One that looks over us all.
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Great poem, and glad you continue on the mend. Also, WOW – great photography – what camera did you use? I need to up my game (after my eyes get upgraded, that is!).
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Thanks! That brown thrasher image has been in my files for years. Source unknown. I think it captures the thrasher’s beauty very well. But not its secretive and rather testy nature.
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