The day lingers late,
Grey, wet, cold and windy.
April showers seeming sad,
Not promising joy and beauty.
A last crust of winter, perhaps,
Soon to be forgotten
In an early summer blast.
Spring was always a time of hope,
Of anticipation, of renewal.
Now we grimly watch
The horrors from Ukraine,
Each day sadder.
Even the flowers
Seem to cringe and fail in sympathy,
Blooms on our great Magnolia dropping,
Like tears, before they can open.
No doubt it is just the weather,
But my heart is cold with dread.
What have we done?
We humans.
| Copyright © 2022 by Neil Hoffmann Neil Hoffmann was invited to join the staff on April 24, 2022, because he always tries to keep people from wandering off into the weeds. He lives in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, where he occasionally expresses himself in verse. |
What indeed. Just when we thing we might be coming out of the darkness, it overtakes us once again. The image of magnolia blossoms dropping like tears is so very apt and poignant! It is usually because of a bit of drought of course, but that too could be an analogy-a drought of peace. Welcome to the staff sir, we are all sure to benefit from your thoughtfulness.
ReplyDeleteGood for you, Neil, to find eloquent ways to express your sorrows over the world.
ReplyDeleteAnd Good for you, Mo, to honor these by publishing and sharing them.
Poetry is the most economical speech – more said from A to B than in any other form of expression. With these sorrows, Neil also expresses the great beauty we've been given on this earth. Though seemingly inverted to express his sorrow, these lovely signs of nature will not be overcome. They bloom perennially.
Thanks to Moristotle and you all for your kind words and the invitation to join the staff. An honor I don't deserve but surely appreciate. Neil
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