Monday morning ha’sonnet: WFH

Isolation
does have some good
compensations,
for how else could
I sleep ‘til eight,
have breakfast late
and be on time!

Sunday morning ha’sonnet – “live free or die”

“Live free or die”
sounds heroic,
but please for my
sake be stoic –
don’t make me ask,
put on your mask.
Don’t choose for me.

100 miles inland

The wind in the trees roars like waves
rising and breaking, tumbling,
rolling onto sand,
and ebbing away.

Dirt-road dystopia

My boots pursue a circle of torchlight,
toes catching its edge with each step.