I look out from my imposed isolation
ungraciously smile at a crow’s nest perched
precariously in the topmost branches of nearby trees
as sways violently side to side in the gusting breeze.
I tire of TV and the unrelenting march of death
across the nations of our world as all around me
spring begins to awaken from winters hibernation,
suddenly I feel the loneliness of my incarceration.
In my garden a rhododendron is ablaze in pink flower
and I long contemplate how resilient nature can be,
wonder how long we can endure this adversity and pain,
wonder, like my rhododendron, when will we bloom again.