This Is The Winter

By Kerstin Preiwuss

This is winter.
Every tree is a snow arrangement.
Every branch a coral hand.
A leaf like a lion’s head
turns easily around a bird’s nest.
The lion lies in wait for his constellation.
A branch extends its claws.
Everything is covered with snow.
Wind goes through the corals.

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