COVID-19 Diary: 4/13/20

Rainy spring morning,
the forsythia are green,
yellow blooms are gone.

In the pattering
on empty streets, the warbling
bird has fallen still.

In lulls in the wind
a distant and small yapping,
the wind roars, it stops.

An occasional
person walks by in the rush
hour that is elsewhere.

Roy Herndon Smith