Zeitgeistgedichte: Late Autumn (Satis Shroff)

LATE AUTUMN (Satis Shroff)

After the rain came snow,

Lovely white flocks,

Falling from grey, misty sky.

From my window I saw

The wet and soggy leaves,

Stairway to Heaven and green, mossy walls,

Being gradually covered as with powder-sugar.

The meadows between hills of the Dreisam Valley

Look like white tarns.

The blackbirds, small finches and a red-breasted robin

Busy picking insects and worms earlier,

Have sought refuge below the branches

Of the tall pine trees.

Ah, this is the time to decorate rooms,

With pine-wreaths, hearts and stars,

Together with spices like cinnamon, eucalyptus,

Cardamom, slices of dried oranges and apples.

The aroma of these spices and fruits,

Combined with perfume oil on the window sill,

A book in the hand and a song on your lips.

Now you have time

To come to terms with yourself.

Alas, the green grass has withered,

And the roses have faded.

But the poinsettias spreads

Its scarlet leaves and small yellowish flowers,

Defying the depression and disappointment,

Evoked by the advent of early winter.

Snow comes to the Schwarzwald,

And frosty nights cannot be far away.

The mists of Bhaktapur (c) Art by satisshroff