Loneliness in this still house

Pandemic surges seemingly nonstop

I yearn for normalcy, peace evermore

What peace I find now

Lay in small quiet times

The stillness of the silence

The chirping of the birds

My lilies are growing

Their shoots finally showing

The seeds that I have sown

Growing gently as my spells are honed

I'm not sure what to write here to be honest.

I used to be fond of poetry, but I haven't written much of it since high school lately.

I guess this will just be a place for me to siphon away some old memories...

It's time to move on, I tell myself.

Pick myself up, put the pieces back together, and embrace the new day(s) ahead.

I hope the garden will be OK. The snow killed off some of my plants and forced some of the others into dormancy again.