A year plus since the lockdown, and another Spring teases seasonal change. While the sun radiates the neighborhood, uneclipsed by a single cloud, a chilly breeze blows. The daffodils broke hibernation, with the forsythias following close behind.
Nevertheless, a familiar, invernal chill lingers. Tomorrow promises showers; my aching joints confirm.
And new COVID cases surge in New York again–just at a time when many of us are fed up. Too much cabin feaver, and limited opportunities to gather, have worn us out. An average rollout of vaccinations won’t cut it in the Empire State. And the pandemic has already shown us who we are, for better or worse.
It’s now over a year since the family and I attended mass. While a Diocesean dispensation holds, I miss the spiritual intimacy of Eucharist. Especially when another year feels like another neverending lent, I long for Easter.
smother us
in your pinks and whites
cherry blossoms
late for my own party, here is my entry for dVerse Poets’ Haibun Monday, which I hosted yesterday. The Pub is still open! Come join us!
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Frank J. Tassone 
The bunny hops this Sunday Frank! :). Excellent haibun…
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Thanks, Rob! 🙂
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For better or for worse this year has taught us a lesson. I am amazed at what we have managed to do but dead-tired that we had to.
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We are a weary and impatient species. (K)
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Indeed, we are. Thank you! 🙂
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it has been a long lonely year for many. We have not attended church services since last March. With both of us now having our two shots, we may consider it in the near future!
A lovely haiku!
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Thanks, Dwight! Here’s to better days!
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Yes, for sure!!
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Cherry blossoms scattering on your shoulders will make it seem less lonely.
Happy Easter, Frank!
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Thank you, Sara! 😀
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