Robins skitter across the grass.
Mimicking drops of rain
They lure earthworms for repast.
Tulips—fiery red, mustard yellow, dazzling white—
Stand defiant in a cluster on a hill.
I do not wear a mask.
Headlines claim another world mere miles away
A newly tented gateway
Men and women in hazmat gear
Screen scores of symptomatic mortals
Some sent home to quarantine
Others destined for ventilators in sterile rooms.
Unimaginable.
Desk-bound,
Staring out at spring’s vivid greenery
And vibrant mayapples with full buds
I cling to hope.
Hilary S. Kayle is a professional writer and actress living in Hunterdon County.
