Pandemic winter

Finally the snow comes
To cover over what's raw
The naked dirt of fresh graves

Though we still live.
The plumes of breath escaping masks prove it.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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2 Responses to Pandemic winter

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Next year, Susan. Next year, we’ll be free.

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