a poem for Ukraine by Reinhold Stipsits

Spring paints without brush Leaf buds blossom heart shaped What a great lover A Robin redbreast In a flutter of spirits Proudly presents hope The Ides of March Only cowslip bells ringing Lay down your weapons Return to Journal Austrian, born in Lower Austria,¬†Reinhold Stipsits¬†spent most of his academic career as professor for social pedagogicsContinue reading “a poem for Ukraine by Reinhold Stipsits”