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.

Now have your say...