singing birds and lovely sun
Continue reading “I Am Eighty”
dancing flowers, breeze, heaven
outside much much fun
I would like run run run
barring me this lockdown zone
I am eighty and I am alone
Dark Circles around my eyes
Continue reading “Anxious Days”
Work through the long long nights
Couldn’t even see the starry nights.
I watched the patients brought in
A continuous stream running in.
Coughing and spluttering barely breathing.
I think it’s week six though I can’t be sure,
Continue reading “Window Peer”
Before, when I thought last, I found out it was more.
I can see it’s a long time from the length of my hair,
When I turn my neck I can feel it on my collar, there.
As the day pulls the down,
Continue reading “Calling It A Day”
I rest my violin, sitting as it is, chestnut brown.
Still keen about music sheets,
my search goes on for tunes with a good beat.
Corona doesn’t care if you’re atheist or Anglican,
Continue reading “Ode To A Virus”
Whether you’re a Buddhist or have visited the Vatican.
This pathogen’s not fussy, there’s no discernment in a virus,
Not bothered who you vote for or that you don’t like Miley Cyrus.
Mother Earth embraces hope, in the absence of her enemy.
Continue reading “Mother Nature’s Nemesis”
She smiles at our insignificance, our arrogance, the irony.
For Mother Nature flourishes, as we battle to survive,
She struts her stuff with joyous pride, as we contemplate our lives.
Anna L Fry
Can you see the silent skies
Continue reading “We Will Meet Again”
and quiet streets and haunted eyes
Have you heard the expert voices taking charge, restricting choices
Do you feel the pain of nations
Counting death in isolation.
Do you smell the cleaner air and hear the birds and hearts that care.