January fourth

Back to work or not, who knows

how safe it will be

Rapturous sound of

birds greeting the day, I wait

in expectation

A woman dresses

kisses her sleeping partner,

heads to the frontline

Twenty twenty one

Dawn breaks to a soft grey sky

A world in waiting

a pigeon sitting

hunched on a bare winter branch

wet feathers, warm heart

Through my lounge window

I see people walking by

Masked, they nod and wave

feet in a basin

fish devour her calloused skin

selfish cruel act

Feet in a cool stream

A fish nibbles at my toes

Happy summer day

big fly in my house.

spray would be cruel, so I

zap you dead instead.

the brilliance of

golden leaves, dark thunderous

skies, my eyes squinting