Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Sarah White
sarahwhitepages@gmail.com
Author's Note: I’ve promised myself many times to give up writing poetry, but no longer think I’m capable of keeping my promise.

Evening in the Garden

Doctors have placed the Flowers in quarantine.
A Rose consoles her friend, the puffy Peony: 
 
            Our gardens are restful; our caves quiet as velvet.
 
Along a cavern wall, the bats are napping upside down. 
waiting for nightfall and their flight--
up, up past hemispheres of blight
 
            and restful gardens, caves quiet as velvet.
 
Down in the Harbor 
Comfort lies at anchor
observed by the whole blooming neighborhood 
 
            of gardens and velvety caves.
 
Now, a vine twists its way  from a field into the flower bed
bearing Roses and well-sharpened thorns--
 
May the wise thorns defend us  
from a hard Fight for Breath,
from Loneliness and Fright,
from Rumor, Haste and Death.
©2020 Sarah White
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