ESCAPE

It's the dreary days of winter.  No snow to pretty it up, but the sun is shining and the days are growing longer!  Odd things come to mind.  If my husband were living, this would be his 102nd birthday!   My mind wanders to mystical places and magical climes, so I'll take you along.  Submitted to Poets and Storytellers United, January 21, 2022.   

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there’s a Spring called Weekiwachee

 a spiral called Fibonacci

and a mysterious land called Xanadu

there are verdant hills in Shangri-La

dramas and mysteries in Camelot

and behind the mists is Brigadoon

I want to escape the pandemic

visit these lands euphemic

and become carefree once more

in the healing world of Avalon

with Eldorado’s golden aisles to walk upon

come along, let’s escape and explore.