I Remember Laika

I remember Laika The warm sun and wind keep winter at bay but it is time to say goodbye to Laika, the dog the new face of the moon. The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry the struggle to accept the unavoidable. Dark cloud from the North where nature is solemn there is no hint of gaieties in their towns’ architecture Winter hearts will dispose and scatter misery protestants do not allow for lofty dreams. The wind is cold, new rules people must work harder the almond tree must stop flowering in mid-winter spreading unseemly hope over the planet.