Each day more darkness cloaks the skies
Less sun - so we adjust our eyes
To gloomy mist pierced with bright lights
Fragile magic on cold nights…
Twee Christmas chalets look inviting:
Mulled wine while
buying gifts? Exciting!
From Dilbeek, a
majestic fir
Stands lofty
guard in Brussels' square!
Warm scarves
and boots seem de rigueur
In jostling
crowds, some sport a fur!
STIB’s buses come
and go with ease
The heaters work
- we shall not freeze!
The new
restrictions ardours cool
Should masks
now be worn in school?
Where possible,
we work from home
For many – too much
time alone …
Brussels blushes
COVID red?
In case of
need, is there a bed?
Our nursing staff
are under strain
And must we all
be jabbed again?
Vancouver
floods, border controls
For luckless
hopefuls the bell tolls;
We grasp life’s
nettle but it stings!
Time to pray
for better things …
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
Brussels Christmas Market stalls ....
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