It’s still early February
    But I can already sense the heat coming
        The heat from all global spaces
            It is the cold eye of the storm humanity faces
                But humanity doesn’t care
                    It doesn’t share the fear from outside
                        And even less the tears from within
                    Emotions are already boiling over
                But it’s still too cold in the open wild
            With the days missing the bright
        Fingers of the burning late afternoon Junius sun
    And still there are worries to shed
There is trouble ahead.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2022