over the Earth’s rim
a tentative sun peeps out
women clear rubble
over the Earth’s rim
a tentative sun peeps out
women clear rubble
a sliver of light
after a week of thick fog
a pulse quickening
rising with moonbeams
playing on dream-rumpled sheets
wakened by an owl
waking in the night
amidst white dream-rumpled sheets
mist-diffused moonlight
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
Musings from an insignificant writer
more that just a path
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Ellen Grace Olinger
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