Hope

Hope
Is the great conjunction
Happening still
Behind the clouds covering
The shortest day
Optimism
Is the smell of fir trees
Despite Tier 4
And all the ambulances
On the roads
Belief
Is the sound of raindrops
Landing on visors
And rinsing masks in potholes
Trust
Is the sting of sanitiser
On hands that can squeeze
Christmas cards into boxes
And faith
Is generosity
Now that Dover is closed