Sonnet #8: Snow

This Winter world with all its stressful mess
The bliss surrounding deeply hidden treasures
Inside the foxes’ hearts appear, I guess
One thousand snowflake forms with all that measures
The unity of breathing creatures here
We need to grow us wings to start the engine
And fly up high into the atmosphere
The miracles we need I will not mention
Those softly falling flakes of ice fulfill
The order politicians sent out home
We need to stay indoors alone until
The virus melted with the snow to foam
        We won’t regret what we once started young
        The memories of Winter tales unsung.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2021

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