Spring Flowers in a Time of Plague.

Nothing I can do is powerful enough.
Nothing I can say is true enough.
All I can do is sit still and wait
In the modest sanctuary that is my home.

If I were a doctor I could help the sick.
If I were a priest I could calm the anguished.
All I can do is tend my flowers
In the walled plot that is my garden.

To save lives we must stay home and watch
The world grow quiet as the days grow long.
War is less frightening than this pandemic,
In war the enemy is clearly in sight.

I quietly tend the flowers in my garden.
Such beauty almost breaks my heart.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
6th. April 2020.