This poem was written during the first pandemic curfew in 2021. The photograph was taken by me but kindly edited by a good friend (M.S.).
(Please note that this post's text does not format well on a smart phone and looks better on a computer screen).
A Sly Disguise
The nightly curfew begins.
I curl up on my loveseat
at my sixth-floor window
to view the street below.
In the darkness I see large
snowflakes swirling in slow
motion around a street lamp
like soft white moths.
The falling snow is silent,
as are all the streets.
Everything glitters under
a canopy of city lights.
How can this infected
world be so beautiful?
The unseen foe lurks
far and wide –
its danger clothed
in sly disguise.
(from the book Longing For The Light by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
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