Together

close up photo of the inner springs of a heater — Inner workings of my heater. This is what happens when you’re locked down in winter.

Look deep within, see,
tiny springs bind us as one,
one breaks, we all do.

Apparently, Shakespeare wrote King Lear in lockdown. I can only write mediocre haiku. Stay safe, folks. 🖖

Sun kissed

army of leafless trees along the footpath

Rising from the dead,
barren biting winter cold,
sun kissed, spring barks shine

Locked down

photo of a single, leafless tree on a sidewalk

Waves cheery hello
single social bubble bud
my neighbourhood tree.

Looming

full length shadow of a person on the footpath

Grows larger than life,
shadowing every movement,
the sun going down.

Early bird

spring blossoms on a roadside bush

As the moon brings chills
flowers bloom, leaves thrive, sun shines
premature springing.