It could be Christmas Day
It could be Christmas Day:
streets deserted, people in their homes.
But the holly berries are gone and
daffodils shine yellow in the grass.
The air doesn’t crackle with December frost,
but with foreboding.
Those who greet each other
keep their distance.
Hands remain unshaken:
no hugs or Christmas kisses
The virus has cleared the pubs.
There’s been no tinsel or celebration.
No shoppers seeking fripperies,
but only bread and toilet rolls.
No lusty carols sung or lessons read
about goodwill to fellow men.
Instead there’s real goodwill,
expressed by acts of kindness and concern.
People help each other:
goodness is revealed
by common cause of being human.
Viruses do not discriminate
on grounds of race or creed:
to them we are one tribe.
This day, more than any Christmastide,
the message of goodwill to all rings clear.