Moon of fool

Last night

Eye embraced the world

Of the southern window

Growing 

The honeyed strawberry 

Of the Moon

Bathing with the skyscrapers

In the high winds

Locked in the tree locks 

Since yesterday

 

Lights of the gulls kept gliding their usual Currents of there 

While the vantablack shadows of crows wept

Being swept 

Away

In the eye

Sensing 

What was 

To come

 

Next morning the young Acacia lost its crown of thorns 

Having a core

Far 

Far too weak

To be crucified 

And the heat hit the Earth

Whispering 

 

Of incoming snowflakes