Springtime
While someone mows her lawn a shower starts
A spasm like a sneeze, then goes away
Buds on the rhododendrons soon to open
Hot pink and lavender will grace the day
The cattle dog, a marbled blue and white
Reposes on the floor, deceptively
He seems at ease but at the slightest sound
Will charge the door and bark instinctively
Neighbors, some in masks and others not
Are out to walk their dogs and passing moan
How trying on our patience is the lockdown
When everyone is forced to live alone
The shower comes again and turns to rain
No longer audible the droning mowers
People duck indoors out of the wet
As heavy cloud blind retribution lowers
robgradens 
This is an excellent day-in-the-life poem, rife with intimations of forces beyond our control. I really like it. I’m glad to see you writing poetry again.
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