Topsy and Turvy
bumming out in a lockdown
caterwauling, “Lost
Category: daily poems
COVID-19 Diary: 4/23/20
Earlier, freezing
invisible rain sizzled
down to wet the ground.
COVID-19 Diary: 4/22/20
Each day, plane trees get
frillier—bare branches sport
lacy negligee,
COVID-19 Diary: 4/21/20
Returning blue jays
make their homes in the backyards
empty of humans.
COVID-19 Diary: 4/18/20
An occasional
car drives by the parked ones left
undriven for days,
COVID-19 Diary: 4/17/20
Reflected sunlight
fills the old study cluttered
with memorials—
COVID-19 Diary: 4/16/20
Only blue skies do
I see, fluffy clouds are white
with grey undertones.
COVID-19 Diary: 4/15/20
This sunny morning
the picket fence casts its shadow
on the grey sidewalk.
COVID-19 Diary: 4/14/20
The red sign shouts, “Stop!”
The robin red breast tweets, “Look!”
The red siren wails.
COVID-19 Diary: 4/13/20
Rainy spring morning,
the forsythia are green,
yellow blooms are gone.
dust 