Under Quarantine
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At first, the view from my window looks bare,
abandoned streets and empty parking lots.
But subtle scenes I never knew were there,
entice my muse and captivate my thoughts.
A pigeon lands on my balcony rail,
its iridescent feathers inked with light.
And as though this virus lifted a veil,
its beauty suddenly came into sight.
Nature cannot be corralled nor contained,
and this lock-down frees my time to see Her.
For when anxieties and nerves get stained,
She morphs into a hopeful whisperer.
My body may be under quarantine,
but my mind's as free as it's ever been.
(Sonnet)
04/07/2020
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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