Last evening, M. Macron decreed a further 4 weeks of Lockdown In France.
A French Village In An Age of Confinement & Lockdown
All along,
bird song.
Wondrously full of Joy
where no one, girl or boy
could be heard, or seen.
Uncannily weird to have been
in a kind of ghost town of homes
in streets built with stones.
It's deadly quiet, but I see no bones
amongst incessantly striving green grass growth.
Flora in Springtime makes her oath
as one of Four Seasons she shows no gloom
to let wild flowers a plenty with the lilac bloom.
Seeds, bulbs, plants, shrubs and trees bud each year.
They burst into prettiness to bring mortals hopeful cheer.
Spring comes again, Earth pushes forth,
against all Doom for the Gift of Life's Worth.
New life wins when Winter springs to Spring,
when Lady Nature gathers her gowns for her King.
She creates beauty and bounty making humans at ease
but also makes viruses, bacteria, disease.
Man and Science fight to master untimely deaths
whilst Lady Nature continues her chaos taking life's breaths.
copyright Restless in France
Postscript.
A morning walk: same as yesterday for 1 hour.
More grass mowed for 90 minutes..
Windy and cold despite afternoon sunshine. 5C at 8h30 morning
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