Klaus Mühlen
Mitglied
Welcome
Dew of the morning
covers meadows and gardens.
Sunlight warms
the cold touch of the wind.
Light in creases
days get longer.
Yearning already
let the boots stand still.
Buds frightened
say goodbye to winter
Yet, one again it snows
and we react annoyed.
Spring?
Dew of the morning
covers meadows and gardens.
Sunlight warms
the cold touch of the wind.
Light in creases
days get longer.
Yearning already
let the boots stand still.
Buds frightened
say goodbye to winter
Yet, one again it snows
and we react annoyed.
Spring?