By the tower blocks

No trees to bow or grass to sing

Relentless wind

Following winter

Everywhere new shoots spring

Irrepressibly

Today I will read

The writings of a scholar’s

Erudite thesis

Lavender and pink

How gorgeous the morning sky

Welcoming the day

A glimmer of pink

Spreads across the morning sky

An innocent blush

How luxurious

Growing light, a stretch, a yawn

Slow awakening

We stand at the brink

A precipitous moment

Let me dither here

Now we meet once more

Reconnect through internet

Hands virtually clasped

The smell of people

That unfettered sensation

Olfactory loss

They met through a screen

What a rush of sensations

To anticipate