Shackled tints
Petalled hints
Of past hopeful springs, alas
Memories of picnic blanket on verdant plush green grass; bright sunshine skin rush
Now muted, faded in a bulbous thundercloud
Four walls creeping into a pandemic scaredy-shroud
Blankets smothering
Numb-ed action
Let Divine Light illuminate deepest crooked doubt
Burn gasping fog
Unmask this tyranny of trajectories
Exposing a blissful breath; sun wrapped lung
As Hope permeates ice-hut diligence
Families reunite
Old friends sing the joys of old; playing by the chapel of faith whisperers
Children chattering cheerful meetings in the yard; virtual worlds shattering
Peace erupts through the masked hearts
And the virus is stilled, like a tiny bug squashed under the Herculean call of togetherness
And I are you and you are I – all is one and one is All
Trembling past crumbling to brave future
Light burst blood arteries
Ushers in new forecasts of faith; proclamations of the moment
Picnicking again by the hints and hues of Spring 2020 flowers, live, wild in the parks with our neighbours, frisbee filled flings, sharing sun and hugs
Delirious to join in a spring song fantasy.
