Spring

He draws intuitively

With any medium available

At any place he happens to be.

As if he would drive the bad cough

From his body

That had invaded his chest

For some time.

With a sudden twist of nature

Ice and snow disappeared

Overnight

And the landlord could switch down

The laboring heating system

That helped to keep the infectious

Wolf at the door.

B seeks the first warming sunrays

She’d need like a flowering plant

While her man places

Word compositions into his

Goldbuch.de

Finally both rejoice with what

Is left from nature

That still lets us exist in this valley

Below the Viennese Woods

Where blackbirds have returned.

Another spring is in the making.

Spring.gnirpS

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’18.

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