Here is my Offering of writing and photography for Natures Writing. A friend has challenged me to do more with my poetry. So here I go diving in.

Quarantine
Fly or swim,
Or drive or run away
Seems like all I want
To do.
Fear, sensible fear
Holds me here
For now.
The rage pulling and thrashing me
Against the glass walls
Is what will harm me now.
Surrender to what is to save myself?
What is the shape of now
Will it save me here in
Quarantine?
Still
Unblinking not
Alive and curious asking
What does this narrow silent world
Hold?
A garden.
where else would
I have ever noticed how the
Rose opened overnight.
The Royal Sunset rose
Has three colors
It will change from
Baby cheek pink, to golden blush,
Then tan. In the end she
becomes a brown rose
Before dropping petals one by one
Leaving only a small red hip
Going nowhere, nevertheless
Willingly bravely, without fear
Ready
to continue
on.