Waves of worry
like April snow
whirl and do not settle,
though they are few

It takes a little rain,
a little rainbow,
the next communication
and a deep breath

It takes rethinking
what life’s essence is,
its resources and causes,
what gives the power to live

And worry is more than gone,
forgotten as April snow,
no trace of it remaining
in the resurgent sun.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 9, 2022