By Ian Copestick
These light nights,
after month after
month of darkness
after late afternoon.
it feels so strange,
but in a good way.
The way it feels
strange upon your
birthday. Daffodils
are blooming, but
the trees still stand
bare. surely it won’t
be long until new
leaves are there.
it’s a renewal of the
soul, a rebirth to
make you feel whole.
the world is so scary,
so oppressive right
now, but nature
carries on oblivious.
It knows nothing of
lockdowns and
social distancing,
and cares even
less.
