Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Bio Note: I am a retired physician sheltering in place in Neenah, WI, with my wife and two sons. My recent poetry has appeared in Right Hand Pointing and The Raven Review. My first chapbook, "A Glint of Light," will be published later this year by Finishing Line Press. While in quarantine I am reading, writing, becoming a fitness fanatic, and improving my acoustic guitar technique.
Gloves, a surgical mask, the winter-worn yard. Over the empty streets, an anxious silence. Anguish and suffering on the pandemic breeze. I look up, rake in hand and see a new spring nest in the uppermost branches of a small white birch. I don’t rake near there, or near the other trees. Suddenly, in every tree, an unseen nest. When the world seems about to shatter, miraculously, mercifully, it may not.
©2020 Fredric Hildebrand
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