This morning the sky is a soft pale pink between
the horizon and the clouds — her shoulder is exposed
and there’s the full moon, unwilling to let the night go.
As the colors soften like slow music,
and the sunrise dance begins
I listen for the morning song,
my lungs expanding, with the orange rays.
A new day starts to rise,
I am hopeful, content,
and I know what I am
Corinne Walsh has lived on both sides of the Atlantic. Born during Covid and raised through the pandemic, she considers herself a covid-poet. These poems are from a collection of poetry called “The Book of Lu” about looking for love and finding friendship on-line during lockdown.