Written for: Poetic Asides April 2020 Challenge – Day 8
Write a future poem.
I am not looking far ahead,
just to a time without masks and gloves,
to sleep peacefully in my bed
Trees, plants, and flowers are in bloom
gift of mother nature with love.
Will summer be normal, brides in June?
Now and in future times I wish
you safety, health and serenity of
mind and heart, a new life of bliss.