O.k., so its Day 4 of the National Poetry Month poem-a-day challenge! The word given to me was “Hope.” By now, if you’ve been following along, you’ll have noticed that all my poems so far have been about the coronavirus pandemic. As such, you may think that the topic is the ONLY thing on my mind. And, well, you would be right. Sadly, our world situation right now is filling every crevice of my little brain. Writing these poems — and attempting to find some bright spots and humor amidst it all — is my way of processing. Call it cheap therapy. I do.

Day 3 in Lori Degman’s poem-a-day challenge. The word is “Corona.” As you’ll see, I have a few thoughts about this guy…

As I mentioned yesterday, I am participating in a poem-a-day challenge for the month of April in which I must use a given word in a poem. Today’s word is “Thankful.” The idea for this poem stemmed from a comment my husband made to me about how strange a time we are living in. Thanks to Covid-19, we have been quarantined to our homes for the last 3 weeks and for the indefinite future. There is sickness and death and fear all around us, and yet… Spring is still springing. Birds are chirping, flowers are beginning to bloom, trees are getting greener — all completely oblivious to the horrors happening in the human world. Thinking about this gave me a sense of hope. And this poem was born.

As some of you may know, it’s National Poetry Month and my wonderful#PBChat mentor Lori Degman has a challenge on her Facebook page to write a poem every day in April. The poem must include a specific word of her choosing. Today’s word is “quarantine.” I don’t think this poem needs any introduction… it kind of speaks for itself! Enjoy!