bottom line

the bottom line might be short
and of some sort
of innocence

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Sonnet #68: Journey

We come and go on our journey home
Along the rivers north and south the border
We leave the comfort zone we just came from
And recognise the joy of last night’s order

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Brothers Leave

They blow with the wind
Vanish with the mist
In a white blizzard at midnight

© Dominik Alexander / 2024