A coffee pot, two mugs

The smell of freshly made toast

Mother and daughter

How lovely to share

A morning, with a snoring

man, two cats, a dog

Between hearts and minds

Parallel paths somehow meet

Fleeting kisses pass

Between our two minds

Twisting paths meander, cross,

But never will meet

Birds twitter and tweat

The mighty trees stand unmoved

Sadness saps inwards

Familiar smells

A hand wrapping a warm mug

A dog wags her tail

In virus’ shadow

Seven billion people sigh.

Birdsong brings delight

Even the sound of

my heartbeat is muffled, by

softly falling snow.

on a dark night

snowflakes like goose feathers fall

unexpectedly

January fourth

Back to work or not, who knows

how safe it will be