Thursday, November 18, 2021

A Room of My Own: Journey into the Long Night

Two Hundred and Eighty-Seventh Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary

winter rain
darkens the soil
covid burial

slate-grey skies
the young widow's sobs
break through her mask

the way home
early nightfall turns
to snow

AddedTwo Hundred and Eighty-Eighth Entry

midlife crisis
the therapist's mask
softens his tone

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