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

Added: Two Hundred and Eighty-Eighth Entry

midlife crisis

the therapist's mask

softens his tone