There is a new addition to our conversational vocabulary- Quarantined
Restricted to the outside world and to the houses confined..
Every night sitting across my house window
I have slowly seen the spring fall into the summer
Birds are the singers
And the gusting winds, the new drummer
Gone are those Monday blues
Ticking of the clock continues
Each day the sun rises higher in the sky
I still fail to collect the sunshine for the winters
But for one thing I must prepare, gather and retry
Rebuild a new life from the scattered splinters
