my sister sleeps

meanwhile

the morning opens
her crystal eye
tired of dreaming
in vain

the snowfall collects
his flakes in
dutiful piles

(some singled stars
bump onto the drowsing
window glaze)

the sun succeeds
in fading
several times
and has a few
shining moments
to keep the balance

even

the orkan calls in
and manages
to go astray
on its way
back

the neighbourhood
may turn
malignant
any time

it pays
to gather strength
before waking
up