What lies ahead
Poem by Anne M Jones
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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