If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. ~Loren Eiseley, American anthropologist, writer, and educator
Days upon days of rain
Drenching the ground below.
Keeping us sheltered at home
While Nature continues to grow.
It’s really too cool to garden,
Too wet to dig in the dirt.
My world has become an emerald,
My attire: jeans and T-shirt.
Hang on, people, hang on!
This, too, one day will pass.
Life will acquire a new normal;
Sun will shine on the glass.
It’s easy to drift into sadness
We’re all missing so much.
Perhaps it’s good for the world
To pause from our human touch.
We’re on a maiden voyage,
Fording an unknown sea.
Wading in deepening waters
From which we cannot flee.
Hold on, people, hold on!
It’s easier to smile than frown.
Refuse to add to the misery
Be kind during this slowdown.
Note: I think this poetry form is called Iambic Trimeter. It has three iambs per line. (Of course, if you know otherwise, please educate me!)