Red cap

Ready to go

I protect myself from the cold

I don't see snow falling

Water flows in the river.

The rain slowed down

The sun lurks

The dog barked

On the right street.

It's deserted outside

Due to confinement

The coat I tighten

To protect me from the wind.

I feel special

I look in the mirror

I'm not Santa Claus

I put on a red hat.

in Worldly poetry, Mem-Martins (my secretary), Monday, December 7, 2020, 4:08 p.m.

Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)