LOCKDOWN WINDOW-BOX
Leaves with brown paper veins
Have succumbed to dry earth
And the neglect of the sad
For months touched only
By the movement of dust
In the rays of an improbable sun
Hope hung heavy
When the world closed down
And the few who were out
Never looked up
Fear having no time
For flowers
People drift past again
Eyes fixed on feet
Lest they fall through the cracks
In the ground
Towards the unknown
No star but the present
To guide them
Heather and ferns
Persistent in growth
That thrive on the hills when alone
And unwatched in the cold
Will sit out these times
Unconcerned by neglect
Self-contained and serene
As the earth turns
And renews