Isolation Mornings

Mornings are now peaceful affairs,
I relax on my creaky garden chair
hugging my coffee
half listening to bird song,
quietly chuckling at a squirrel’s acrobatics.
A fat bumble bee flits from plant to plant
as a caterpillar slowly munches on a leaf,
while the spider on the table contemplates life.

All to soon my break is over,
I rise, stretch, then head back indoors,
back to my digital world.
As nature carries on,
in harmony never in isolation,
impossible to lockdown.

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