A view across Ten Reuken* lake
Sees bold swans
tiny ripples make
While branches,
clothed in frost, now quake
In icy blast;
The cloak of
darkness starts to fray
As winter sun burns through the grey;
Here comes my 8 Tram straightaway
I step on fast!
Wrapped up and masked, some passers-by,
Intent on daily
tasks, go by
While birds observe
them perched up high:
A Brueghel
scene …
After sleet,
there’s talk of snow
But COVID keeps
our spirits low;
Will more
restrictions our lives slow?
Our hopes stay
lean …
The Dutch impose
a lock-down new
So, Antwerp
sees its sales accrue
While
nightclubs don’t know what to do
At this bleak
time;
Those who
travel have now left
While some, of
families quite bereft,
Consider
options they have left
And drink
mulled wine!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
* in Watermael-Boitsfort
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