Lockdown Lyricism: “Petrichor”

From a series of poems I penned during the early months of the pandemic.

Photo by the author.

Found a new way to be lost
Breadcrumbs scattered in the wind
Shadows of branches like fingers
Creeping to smother and rend

Listen to the whispers scurry
With the leaves on the breeze
Rustle in the bustle of the dark
Under cover of the trees

Moonlight crimson
Dust in the air
Petrichor with the rain
Wash away the despair

Bloodshot eyes
And pale skin
Ashen with fear
And dreaded sin

How many more tomorrows
Until we get back
Yesterday?

Do we deserve
You?

Can you forgive
Us?

Would we even notice?