Social Virus

vaccines could save us
(yet not from the ignorance
spread without needles)

May Flowers

rainy Mother's Day
(cantaloupe aches for planting)
my babies: plants, pets

this side of the glass
has me trapped like a sad pup
just begging entry

all i want today
is to watch the sunlight shift
on these reborn blooms

the blue-sky morning
can't capture a year of loss
(oh Lord, that sweet scent)

yet afternoon light
so perfectly shines rosy
(ends this hell-frost year)

sometimes numbers lie
(yet, if you want to trade spots...
you might understand)

my sunflower girl,
her modernist self-portrait 
so true to her soul

recent immigrants 
cross the sea to wholly see
how corrupt we are

despite a cold snap
brought by April treachery 
spring blooms bring beauty

our ski season ends
with bluebird jumps and peak views
(and a pinch of angst)

sometimes the night's lights
are only in the sunset
(not the soccer game)