Who wants to jump from bed?
When the thermometer reads ten degrees?
When Russia’s poised to invade Ukraine?
When Covid still silently stalks?
When certain politicians spread untruths?
Why not pull covers atop the head?
Hide?
Stay warm?
Dream a little longer?
Hard questions all.
Maybe some will refuse to go.
But my body leads the way.
Time to rise, to catch the day.
Hours are short, light won’t stay.
To lie when well is to court decay.
The mind will follow. Open eyes.
Focus on the clear blue skies.
Be in the moment, memorize.
What it is to be alive.
All bad news wounds our souls.
Leaves our hearts full of holes.
Traumas always take their tolls.
For sure, something glad consoles.
Promise of flowers soon to bloom.
Aromas sweet, no cost perfume.
Songs of birds to lift the gloom.
Soon to be spring honeymoon.
Lynn Benjamin
February 15, 2022