Samstag, 4. März 2017
Chestnut
In spring a young poodle rolls in the soft grass
under your arms
feeling the light breeze.
In fall you stand tall
against the awaited storm
which strews your fruits onto the ground.
In winter we see your branches bow
against the grey sky.
Springtide is far, but the birds know
where to find cracked chestnuts
and sing you a song awaiting springs rain fall.

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