by Yvona Fast
Lenten Quarantine March is here. With equinox, day and night are same in length. Spring brings receding snow. Water drips from roof, rivulets trickle downhill. After months of white, brown, gray, purple, yellow, pink flowers emerge, Lenten season, Prayer, fasting, silence, solitude, rest. Wild thoughts quarantined. Ready to embrace God’s amazing grace. Ready To run the race.
Yvona Fast’s poems have appeared in many disparate literary journals and anthologies in the last dozen years. Yvona immigrated to the US when she was 9. When not writing or cooking, she can be found outdoors in all seasons. Yvona’s three poetry chapbooks can be found at http://www.yvonafast.com/poetry.html.