Zeitgeistlyrik: A Springstorm in the Schwarzwald (Satis Shroff)
Zeitgeistlyrik: A Springstorm in the Schwarzwald (Satis Shroff) The sky is blue But it changes its hue, When clouds come by. A fickle wind sways, And the sun is hidden By the pillows in Heaven. Heavy dark clouds Appear in the blue hilly horizon. Flashes of lightning behind the peaks. Some people cower In the safety of their homes, Others remain rooted, Fascinated by the scenario Unfurling before their eyes. More flashes of light, Followed by the howling wind, Increasing in strength. You discern the pittering and pattering On your balcony, terrrace Rooftops and windowpanes. Oh, a big storm's brewing tonight. It approaches like a monstrous predator, The wrath of the rounded cloud masses, Heaped on the mountain base, Begins its tirade; Descending upon Kappel and Kirchzarten, Like a great number of arrows. Hailstones as big as your fist, With an icy ring in the middle, Come hurtling down. Close the shutters