The days are short
Often dark and and cloudy.
The news is bleak
Often filled with dire predictions,
News of incredible losses,
There is despair in the air.
When the clouds part
Sunrises and sunsets are magnificent.
The weather is almost spring-like.
The barren trees appear to be awaiting,
News of vaccines arriving
There is an inkling of hope it the air
Amid the despair.