By the Horsbere Brook - in the time of the coronavirus
Yes, I remember How We Were -
blue cloudless hours
that seem like just a train ride into yesterday,
sweet meadows that grow mistier
and more glamorous by the day,
as if each recollected afternoon of journeys,
family, friends to stay, was like
the glory of late June; friends
now seen only through a glass darkly,
testing technology - back then
the heaven of face to face,
touching, breathing, blessed reality!
One blessing still remains:
this stream, so lonely, still and fair,
daily I visit; listen; look above;
hear all the birds of Gloucestershire.
Roger Turner