Poem: “Spring Breaks”

By Jane Ellen Ibur, St. Louis Poet Laureate

The wooden chair holds the chill

of winter.  Outside Spring is breaking

through, bits of green.  Quarantined as if ill,

I’m exhausted.  Am I faking?

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Every day I act so busy

in winter.  Outside Spring is breaking.

Science fiction virus, I feel dizzy,

finding it hard to think clearly

and every day I act so busy.

In my house which I love dearly,

here I feel safe at home

but finding it hard to think clearly

when sometimes for hours I’m alone,

staying forever in one room.

Here I feel safe at home

waiting for the old to resume

as I stay forever in one room.

The wooden chair holds the chill

through, bits of green, quarantined to avoid being ill.