Covid 19

That’s it….the lock is on the gate.
The bird is on the wing but
we are not.
The rules are strict…
The message now is isolate.

My friend lives up a long
and stoney lane alone…
How will she fair?

The trees may whisper in the wind
but daisies do not speak .
Without her own soliloquy,
It’s very silent there.

And eerie is the empty road
beyond my hedge.
No sign of passing planes,
the sky is dark and menacing.
Here comes the rain.

It’s hard for us to grasp
that this is happening.

Kristine Byrne 28th March 2020

Photo by Tadgh Byrne.