“Mysterious Visitor” 

Windows frame a world of white

Everything erased from sight

Where are flowers, birds and trees?

Lost among the misty seas

Wispy waves drown out all sound

Silence shrouds the cloudy ground

Claws of cold try to get in

Goosebumps prickle on my skin

 

What’s that scary shape I spy?

Creeping close, a real bad guy

Frosty fingers haze their face

My poor heart begins to race

Then a sly grin carves the gloom

Quickly, I run from the room

Feeling brave, no need to hide

Open up the front door wide

 

‘Gran! That must have been a slog

Walking through this horrid fog.’

Thinking of our poets in Victoria.

Keep Safe.

 

 

 

It’s only been a week,

Second time around,

Thought it might be easier,

But it wasn’t found.

Adrenaline has gone,

We’ve just settled in,

Now resigned to it,

And the discipline.

Life is so restricted,

Activities are few,

Going for a walk,

A little shopping too.

The rest of the time,

A prisoner at home,

But it’s not that bad,

If you are not alone.

No visitors allowed,

That is the decree,

And that’s okay,

If you’re with family.

It’s very hard for those,

Who do it on their own,

No one around them,

Sitting at home alone.

They too need support,

A little company, 

And in these current times,

A little sympathy.

 

For those less fortunate,

Being on their own,

Let’s help them to survive,

And be there on the phone.