It’s as if an invisible snow

has fallen, and the streets

become quiet and cautious.


Even with virus, in sunshine

the air seems clear –

less gases, particulates –

every breath we take

so much more precious.


We are the same under one sun

as setting, it catches

the tops of flowers, leaves

traces of gold on panelled wood.




The evenings peel back the sky

as if they may not stop –

all we will know is daylight

no longer drowned by night.






Because it is life

Because we have broken dreams

Because for now, we have life

Because there is love

Because it is





It is only when we breathe…

Somewhere in this there is hope –
in the absence of planes
we are in the clean sky
listening for new beginnings
whispers of safe futures



© Steve Walter