solo hike with pup
not marred by weather; just bikes
but these flowers; views.
Coronatine, Day Seventy-eight
poetry
Coronatine, Day Seventy-seven (Unmasked Blooms)
our mother’s birthday
with a masked botanic trip
through perfect gardens
Coronatine, Day Seventy-six
summer cinema
(fun with Kentucky cousins)
all with just a sheet
Coronatine, Day Seventy-five
should i post pea buds
or a bunch of trashed balloons?
(each its own beauty)
Coronatine, Day Seventy-four
Kentuckians here.
summer brings outdoor dinners.
(let’s hope for safety)
Coronatine, Day Seventy-three (Quarantine Graduation)
never imagined
a graduation parade
in a pandemic
Coronatine, Day Seventy-two
the perfect respite
after seventy-one days
staying safe at home
mental sanity
in our short time here on earth
can be life-saving
hiking these mountains
with their divine mental cleanse
has saved us today
away from the crowds
away from constant worry
here. here we are safe.
Coronatine, Day Seventy
forgiveness depends
upon an apology.
together, we can.
Coronatine, Day Sixty-eight (Passages)
she designed this house.
my baby girl, age thirteen.
(she loves her kitties).
she’s my crafty one.
my sweet entrepreneur.
my bright young woman.
and just like her cat
who gives unlimited love,
she will forgive me.
Coronatine, Day Sixty-six
paranoia wins
my midday motherhood run
(let’s hope she’s healthy)
for now, let us plant.
petunias, lupine, sweet blooms
springing for summer
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