Sonnet #78: Fog

Through dirty glass the Moon is shining bright
The fields look icy white and lying pale
And suddenly the land’s without a sight
This foggy morning tells a frightening tale

© Dominik Alexander / 2025

Four Degrees Below Zero

there is an atmosphere of
four degrees below zero
the hemisphere grows dark
and the moon is my hero

© Dominik Alexander / 2025

thinking is futile

I’m walking on
Drifting
Only in my thoughts
There is sunshine

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Method In Madness

There is a crime scene
There is a stage
There is a mirror
There is a cage

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Fur Enough

It’s fur enough
That they hesitate
I wouldn’t meet myself
Not even with an advocate

© Dominik Alexander / 2024