A Pacific Northwest native, I have been writing poetry over 40 years. My poems reflect a woman’s journey through the later years, with recurring themes of loss and renewal.
Today is Lunar New Year
and the Chinese Zodiac
says that 2021 will be
The Year of the Ox,
which seems appropriate,
since we have a heavy load
of trouble on our backs
and a beast of burden
should prove useful
in overturning the clods
of incompetence
lying fallow in the political field.
I see that last year was
The Year of the Rat,
quite fitting since rats
are known to spread disease,
are vicious when cornered,
and desert sinking ships
after ratting out their friends.
Maybe this year should be
The Year of the Dog,
since our new President
brought two of them
with him to the White House,
or how about
The Year of the Rooster,
since our democracy could use
A few more wake-up calls.
But I’ve decided
it should be called
The Year of the Raccoon,
to help us remember
to wash our hands
and wear a mask.
To view the previous C Ross poem – click here
I love a smile early in the morning
Yes. Well said.