a woe a whoa

a woe a whoa

fingers that are wrong
linger unerased

flinders make when burned
cinders gone untraced

robin’s doffed his hood
sob in grief o marian

for hys life so brief
gone to chieftain’s carrion

Friends, if you read this, you survived one of the strangest and most traumatic years of your life. May you have a glorious 2021, an end to fear, an easing of woe.