thick fog is keeping

the virus close to the ground

masks loom through the murk

today’s shopping list

last minute gifts, bread, cheese, wine

lateral flow tests

a fourth foggy day

dark and with a brownish tinge

reflecting my mood

peering at the page

I adjust my spectacles

words are still blurry

grating tooth-edged saw

another tree falls while we

stay within our homes

through thickening fog

muffled sounds of chainsaws and

shouting displaced birds

through winter grey clouds

terracotta-smudged light

softly diffused sky

at home together

in solitary bubbles

of contemplation

such a lovely sky

this feeling of foreboding

a choir singing O

red sky this morning

the distant sound of traffic

blue light screaming by