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
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
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.