A WHITE SPRING

To PRC

The brown-and-black 1970s curtains

on my unwashed window

frame falling snow in a chill

mid-April morning landscape

of black, gray and white;

a drab painting of woe.

Past the brown winter of rain and pale Sun

we who remain in this Limbo

get a white spring - a cold

burial shroud for this tormented world

in our little desolate, frozen-hearted

corner of the suffering Earth.

Almost 127 000 dead, officially,

in the same world framed

today with death, 

the world where the snowflakes

fall on leaves that fell 

when you were still here.

15.04.2020