Now that Covid is in retreat in New York State, it’s time to get out and start stepping around Rochester again and also time to restart  this blog. Some writers were very prolific during the Covid isolation, but I was not one of them. However, I do want to share with you a poem that I wrote at this time last year.

A Covid Prayer

Lord, let me recall
in the days and years to come
that the sun didn’t refuse to shine
(except for certain days)
and winter blew into spring,
and spring eased into summer,
and Jesus was still raised from the dead,
and we still flew our flags on the 4th of July,

and the hummingbird returned to hover
in the pink and maroon Rose of Sharon
that sat outside my dining room window
and nourished us both.