It’s late March and everything is dressed in white.
Last Christmas didn’t look like this even here in the Midwest.
Adding on to the orders to stay home
Makes my confinement greater lest I go to my “essential” day job.
I try to brave this with a forced smile on my face.
I would’ve never expected to shovel in a time of quarantining.
It would be too soon to make snow angels with a corona halo looming somewhere.
Okay, I’ll be locked in with some books now.