Cabin fever and a six week shutdown – held by the grip of symptom chills,
Lost beneath the shroud – of its hazy cloud – retiring within one’s shell!
Outside my trance – the elements dance – as I strain for the great outdoors,
The sights and sounds – of the out of bounds – with a tale that’s yet to tell!
A little late night listening – between the shallow sleeps – to the thunder as it rolls,
With its running rumble – riding rampages – far across the distant skies!
Come the yawning stretches – of the early dawn – the warming of the new born Sun,
With the steering of the driving rain – the wind it howls and cries!
A state of affairs that repeats like an echo – engulfing day and night,
Beyond the shutters of my enclosed domain – rooftops rattle in the round!
Admitting defeat – I miss our Winter Retreat – and the falling of the leaves,
The houses for the green they ripple – while debris skirts across the ground!
With the soundtrack to the march of winter – contemplation comes to mind,
As the fog subsides – with the whirlwind rides – I stand and watch the views!
Tracing the trails – of the sunset veils – memory drifts away in thought,
A threefold cycle has now been and gone and it’s making headline news!
Decision is reached with its word as final – the planner re-draws his plans,
The escape pod finds its final resting place – with the reassurance that it brings!
Where melody blends with the power of the word and the expressions from within,
A plan of action and a forward step – where the phoenix spreads its wings!