Wind Of Hope Poem by David Wood

Kronos has past over all the
Earth and so begins another
Year, let it be a year of hope.

His sickle fell mercilessly on
Many ears of corn in 2020
But he is the god of time. He

Can be such an all-devouring
Destructive force, hopefully now
Resting; the cost was too high.

New Year streets now empty,
Verdigris statues stand looking
casting with green weary eyes.

A thoroughfare of pigeons and
Gulls and tired closed shops;
Empty cafe's with yesterday's
News read by gusts of wind.

Let those gusts of wind bring us
That long awaited hope.