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

scattering of snow

five squirrels race up a tree

a dog sits and waits

between the blue sky

and a mist shrouded valley

a line of dark trees

Familiar smells

A hand wrapping a warm mug

A dog wags her tail

In virus’ shadow

Seven billion people sigh.

Birdsong brings delight

from a sunny hill

thick fog obscures the valley

we await the reveal