THE   WINTER INCUBATION

Underneath the freezing cold, 

Lies warm Kaffee, 

and chatters that are bold, 

Some hot kakao, 

That marks the season full of gold, 

Endless talks walks beneath the snow, 

Constructing trust casting snowballs, 

Sweet hugs under the decke, 

Cuddles with warm bottles, 

While erasing pain, 

Snowflakes that lead to storms, 

Beneath the cold, 

There is someone bold, 

Hibernating 

Waiting for summer to strike 

Beneath the cold, 

Lies the campfire, 

Lighting chatters and bonds 

That once were cold, 

Even if all looks white 

There is a bit of sun flake