Sequel: Surviving the Spring of 2020

Despite the garlic mustard
marching as an army across the dune,
or the herd of ever-grazing deer,
or the clawed paws of the squirrels
scampering from tree to tree, 
this morning, among the crumbling leaves
of last year’s memories, I discovered 
a trillium, nudging me onward,
and on our front porch, gifts
from two of God’s angels,
reminding me 
we are not alone.