Twenty Twenty Ends

It was Christmas Eve

in the year Twenty Twenty

Believe you, me
it had been rough for so many

A global pandemic
posed global restriction
Everyone forced home
to avoid adding affliction

Shelves stripped empty
as people became frantic
Toilet paper was knighted
in bare bum clenched panic

And whilst the year did
finally drew curtain
We felt that the virus
showed no signs for certain

Oh the year Twenty Twenty
- did we learn a lot?
To love and appreciate
a lesson sure not forgot

Now Christmas Day
could not be as planned
But we fought and could smile
two metres hand in hand

Merry Christmas ~

Cold Walks Home

Footprints slice a trail below, 

bitter melt breath seeps out.
Hands buried deep like rabbit holes,
a hidden tremble shows no doubt.

Abrupt air forces tense judgement,
frowning the chin upon one's chest.
A drawn out whistle blushes skin,
the thick of it has us blessed. 

when it was spring

i miss that breeze

between my knees
days in the park
that fresh green sneeze

i miss that warmth
trees with blossom
spotting clouds
with a grass-stained bottom

i miss those sounds
nature calling
birds and bees
was it all a warning

i miss the mind
that was free
careless thoughts
the younger me