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
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.
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.
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.