Category: Poetry

I weave through the trees

Tall, skinny, skeletal white

Juxtaposed against

My rosy cheeks and red lips

A modern red riding hood.

This our first dinner

Together after a /year/

Such exquisite taste

Still distant and cold outside

But my heart two times fuller

I breathe in deeply

Reflect at the waters edge

Outside with no mask

What a strange feeling this is

An old forgotten normal.

Day two in review,

I do not hear the alley,

Nor see the sun rise,

Transfixed by the monitor,

My only doorway outside.

Hello my ink well!

Yes, it has been a long time.

The longest March yet!

But do not worry so much,

Last year was just a chapter.

Let us turn the page,

Take up the quill and begin,

A new storyline,

An adventure to fill up,

Our weary bodies and soul.