Breaking Waves

Do we plunge into fourth wave?

This dratted virus* won’t behave

Gung-ho, it takes up precious room;

Perhaps we’ve dropped our guard too soon?

 

Invisible, it finds a way

To make our social lives decay;

Freedom-loving, we’re assailed

Constantly, routines derailed!

 

Though not the Black Death (which was worse),

It is acclaimed by all, a curse;

Many step out cloaked in fear

For some, what hope of Christmas cheer?

 

Meanwhile, these Autumn colours glow

And spoil us with their splendid show

Each nature walk affords us joy

Chasing out thoughts which annoy!

(c) Poet in the woods 2021

* COVID