Many winters have passed
but this was the worst.
After the snow melted
we found the lurking curse.
There was a weird silence
as the wayward spirit floated down.
Microbes and crazy ideas
spread from town to town.
We used to know where we were going
and now our view is often blocked.
Real inventions and adventures are fading
because our welcoming doors are locked.
We have lost sight of meaning –
something important for us all.
Meaning would give us purpose
when sacrifice does us call.
After winter comes spring
when we’ll see what fresh meaning
and new ideas can bring.
(c) 2020 Larry Kilham