A Change of Seasons
by John C. Mannone

There’s not much birdsong today
I miss my canary that would sing
even when the sun wasn’t shining
The yellow sunflower is redundant
That sun-on-the-stem flower shines
in my otherwise gloomy garden on
a day like today or even yesterday
when I was sipping hot Hibiscus tea
under tall pin oak trees gently swaying
in the wind but there’s a yellow wind
funneling over a near-distant horizon
during these turbulent times of change
What has become of our nation under
siege from such a pestilence gone viral
Terrorists who hate us from across
oceans and from inside the borders
of our own desperate hearts?

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