floating in the sky

the red kite climbs twists and turns

oh such mastery!

following the breath

the tai chi player performs

stillness in movement

the lone kestrel hunts

hovering on the spring breeze

I observe transfixed

spring thermals rising

the buzzard circles upwards

with allseeing eyes

weak spring sunshine - the

cyclist struggles uphill

into a cold wind

twilight approaches

relaxing in the front yard

the shadows lengthen

Coronavirus:

Colorless, odorless death

Here, in the shared air.

When I sat with him,

No thought came before I spoke.

I miss that freedom

Only fools greet fear,

But when it lurks by the door,

We are all such fools.

In his room he lies -

Where no noise disturbs his peace.

At last he can rest.