What a perfect joy to have these lovely, moving, soothing words, this poetic offering, in my inbox this week – so unexpected and appreciated.  Thank you Susan!

Notes on a Pandemic

“What stories shall we tell
past knotted fear:

Of touching without flesh
of Winter-seeded faith
of viral music trumpeting
imagine all the people
of hands sounding gratitude
of words looped over metered space
threading a collective
of parked tyres, dusty tarmac

the exhaling earth
the constancy of sun
a pink crescent moon
the usual light on
all our faces”

-Susan Waters

(“Imagine all the people” credited to John Lennon by Susan Waters, author.)

I loved Susan’s words. “The constancy of sun”, as shown at sunrise here over newly fallen April snow.  “The exhaling earth” as she prepares for Spring’s unfolding, the new soft snow blanketing her with the promise of fresh seeping water to nourish the roots of all that is pushing forth.

And when next I find a crescent moon, I will add it to this post…