Covid19 nightmares last night.
Death, hunger, conflict. Not good.

In the morning bees on the hypericum next to the back door, 
their hum soothes my soul.

And later a male blackbird washing in the birdbath, quite gently for a change, 
quiet water slopping in dull summer light.

I am unsure. The virus is still with us. 
The pain of this moment is intense and peculiar.

June 30th 

Covid19 Diaries - part 2

Reclaiming my blog ... and catching up on the last of my Covid19 diary entries 

Bee in a buttercup. 8am.

May 24th 2020

Covid19 Diaries

...

Thursday night clap,
the last we are told.
Doctors go down on one knee
at the gates of downing street.
A placard reads "doctors not martyrs".
In Norwich 
i look up to the sky
as i always do.
A small half moon
is chalked on the blue blue sky 
and the leaves on 
my neighbours acacia
are lit yellow-green
by the evening sunshine.
Two swifts,
my first this summer,
fly high 
above us. 
I am glad for their lives.

May 28th 2020

Covid19 Diaries

The Acacia may be a Robinia 

...

The Bombus Hypnorum are buzzing around the entrance to their nest. Four, five, half a dozen. They make me think of my friend Susan who told me their name when she visited my open studio in 2014.

May 30th 2020

Covid19 Diaries

Bombus Hypnorum aka tree bumble bee 

...

soften, release

1st June 2020
Covid19 Diaries