trolley wheels
beneath me
floating island

gleam in the eye of one nurse to another mask to mask has she heard of haiku and yes I am a grandmother

full grown cygnets
the brown flood waters
white with sunlight

nearly over now a gleam in the eye of one to another above her mask it’s nearly

shaded garden
a patch of sunlight
brightens the fence

and now it’s really over really over do you take sugar and would you prefer…

the bliss
after so many hours
a sip of tea

Diana Webb