Tag

corona

Browsing

 

A lonesome twister
lifts blossoms into the air
then ceases to be

 

 

Early morning grey,
the world without human sound—
the birds don’t miss it

 

 

The usual rain
but the playing field’s grass is
taller than ever

 

 

Winter’s given up
letting the sun have its way,
warming empty streets

 

 

The air may be clear
but this evening’s sunset has
little to work with

 

 

No one to stop for,
the empty train displaces
blossoms from the track

 

 

The dark clouds arrived
but the fierce predicted rains
barely wet the grass

 

 

Though no one can come,
the church bells ring and ring and
ring and ring and ring

 

 

A surprise meeting
so much to say—a single
word will have to do