Breathing
is something
I
once took for granted
Now
The
sweet smell of spring
Is
dulled by a plastic mask
I
must wear some days
Just
to move about outside!
The
thick humid air
Of
The
South
With
its Rough Barked Oaks
And
Lime
Yellow Pines
Towering
into the sky
Is
a place
I’ve
only known as home!
I
once walked freely on this land
And
enjoyed
All
that surrounded me
With
no care
With
no worry
Of
What
I was breathing in!
Now
Each
Spring
I
wonder what’s drifting
In
the sweet southern breeze?
What
could collapses my airway?
Like
a flower wilting
In
the hot Summer Sun
One
speck of pollen
One
speck of dust
Is
all it would take
To
take my breath away!
My
mask
Is
now my protector!
My
mask
Is
now my best friend!
Each
morning
I
look out
On
the soft rays of light
Field
flowers
Glow
in an amber haze
In
the distance
The
air is buzzing
With
the hum
Of
Honey
bees
The
spring buds
Are
blooming
Bursting
out
From
their wintry shells
Stunning
to my eyes
Although
I
know better
Than
to smell them
I’m
glad to still see
All
of this beauty
Even
if it’s
While
wearing a mask
From
my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave
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