Bettering slowly,

Feeling strength returning now,

Illness lingers long.

You better call Saul,

And learn of the origin.

Birth of violence.

The laboured breathing,

Wishing for the mountain air,

Far, and Sedona.

Numbers of the beast,

Other things that mean nothing,

Just numeracy.

Little yellow pills,

For infection and coughing,

Missing yellow pils.

Plague isolation,

Sickness putting miles between,

The self-made bubble.

Saguaro and pine.

Nature struggles with itself,

Always strives to live.

Hard clay underfoot,

Shaping land since time of old,

Leave only the trail.

Finches flit at dawn,

Horses graze in twisted woods,

Cockrels screech their first.

Raindrop rusted soil.

Mountains cloaked in the shadow

Of dawn lingering.