What lies ahead

Poem by Anne M Jones

'Permitted, but risky is a bus ride. I take my familiar 172.' | Photo: by Ant Rozetsky on Unsplash.

Mashed into the last summer sunshine
cold wind, a paper-cut barb
Hints at winter ahead.

Though told that warmth would banish this virus
it hovers still, a vulture
that threatens our fresh horizons
Corralls us back into our cups
Of joys, miseries and memories.

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