Rainy Town

Your rainy town
has reached me,
its silent sound
in misty streets.

Your cloudy town
has reached me,
when I was walking
through the parks
where first vernal
flowers grew.

Your dusky town
has reached me,
lights reflected
in the windows
of black houses.

Your northern town
has reached me,
for I’ve seen
spring coming.

© Inge Hornisch

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