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

Promised Land

Let me guess for a while
Don’t already open a trial
When I make up my mind
I promise, I will find

© Dominik Alexander / 2024