Hibernation

Our planet

steeped in sequestration, segregation

from the fateful, faceless foe,

unreal shunts from normal,

Pervading every place 

and sacred space

where voices are no longer raised 

in praise.

Instead, 

Inside, we shelter, seeking safety,

safely burrow’ing deep 

within each

tenuous, burst-able bubble.

Huddled close, yet ever distant,

shy away from

those we now need,

those who now need us

most.

Hope,

A solitary bloom

upright, soft and quiet on the sill,

Thin window pane away from fatal frost,

Delicately strong,

As if to say:  Be gay – the chill will soon away,

Together here, we (surely) can survive

and thrive 

and strive to bloom

anew.

Photo Friday: #black_and_white