Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Winter Morning by Tobias Treppmann



Winter morning
The streetlights burning
Despite the bright, blue, cloudless sky
The streets they are gloomy
and full of shadow and rime
People dressed black and blue
Hoping to be just in time
Wips of smoke fom the cars
Are dancing on the street
Everything else is frozen,
Static, unable to move
Not one single word spoken
A friendly hand hides in a glove
All animals seem to have died
Just two little birds still alive
In love following each other
on their winter-morning-flight