Zeitgeistlyrik: Ach, Gloomy Autumn (Satis Shroff)
Ach, Gloomy Autumn (Satis Shroff)
The intensity of
the sun
Has disappeared.
A mellowness shrouds
the land.
The leaves have
turned yellow, russet, crimson and brown
Alas, the once
rich foliage
Has begun to die
under the October twilight,
A natural end.
But there is
hope
For life begins
anew next spring.
The fallen
leaves
Are an exercise
in letting go.
To think that
hose very leaves
Were so green
and gaudy,
In the summer
months.
Now everything
seems to be deceasing.
Leaves stiff and
drooping,
Dead leaves,
twigs and branches,
Are ablaze in
the autumnal bonfire,
On hillsides,
homesteads and gardens.
Out of the
memories arise wisdom,
Like the Sphinx
born anew
From the ashes
of the old,
Year in and year
out.
Doesn’t power
have the stain of blood?
Ah, my grape
vines are gone,
Shared by
visiting blackbirds and me.
So sweet and
such a delight,
As the juices
trickle down your throat.
Some elderly
storks have lingered in the Schwarzwald,
And are seen on
the Dreisamtal meadows.
Too weak for the
long journey with the flock,
To far off
Africa.
A wise decision
for survival,
As they listen
and stare solemnly.
The early
morning sun
Is a thing of
the past.
No more English breakfasts
With scones and
jams, confiture on the terrace.
A gloomy sky
hangs overhead,
The white mist
rises languidly
From the valleys
and spurs of the Schwarzwald.
The faint blue
peaks
Hover above the
veil of mist.
An ever-changing
scenario in the Black Forest.
After the
depressing rains,
The earth is
wet, crunchy and soggy with leaves.
People feel sad
and depressed,
In the months to
come.
Walks in the
countryside,
Gemütlichkeit in
the cosy living rooms,
Time to do
creative things,
Feel blessed and
bless others.
‘Thulo hunu’ the
Nepalese words
For ‘May you
grow big.’
Wild beautiful
birds that haven’t been caught,
Still hover
happily in the sky.
With a joy that
is universal.
The song lives
still,
Though the poet
passes away.
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