CURFEW 43

DAY 43 – Sept 14 this is the beautiful time blue-skied soft breezed green buds sprouting into leaves along the black and tawny trees and we are in between this hibernating lockdown we’ve endured and liberating human contact nears there will be tears joy and exultation over tiny things we thought might disappear the warm embrace of loved ones a shared beer some music show and tell time and some cheer this is the beautiful time blue-skied not burnt sienna with a scarlet sun and smoke where you dare not draw a breath in case you choke where the fiery ball of summer chars the beach and burns your feet and you cower in your house not under orders not under curfew but from fear this is the respite it’s delicious treasure every springtime moment sweet and precious.

See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

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