There’s a beautiful poem outside my window
a shrub two and a half metres tall
with coquettish purple flowers
and a little frost of throats.
There are other colours too
lavender and white
a trinity of colours.
It has a botanical name, of course,
though I much prefer its common name:
Yesterday. Today and Tomorrow.
I’ve written about it before but not like this,
Yesterday was our 215 th day with no community transmissions.
Today we have 20.
We watch the News Bulletins, updates from the Chief Medical Officer,
Blooms of anxiety.