FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff)

Spring Awakening (Satis Shroff) Spring Awakening (Satis Shroff) April weather, A melange of warm Spring days, And cold, wet ones. Capricious weather beause the polar regions, The Atlantic and North Sea are still cold. The continent has been warmed By the high sun in the sky. New clouds cross the vast sky. We are blessed with April showers, That peter out to bright sunny days. Ah, April, April. You know not what you will. The small roots have leafed today. The smell of wisteria permeates the air. The robin,blackbird, sparrows, finches And the woodpecker are busy pecking, Tweeting and chirping on the boughs. The very soil lives, Teeming with ticks and mites, Wriggling earthworms and larvae, Scurrying spiders and busy ants, Bacteria, fungi, viruses. Were it not for the denizens of the soil, There would be no life. Plants and animals are deep kindreds, And genetic mutation causes more diversity. * * * * A Time for Singing (Satis Shroff) In March I was in Sikkim, Admiring the orc...

THE SEASONS (Satis Shroff) SUMMER It’s Summer where moist southern winds prevail. Your body, mind and spirit, Are one with Nature. The flowers bloom and cherries get ripe, ‘ Kaphal pakyo, kaphal pakyo ,’ Sings a a bird. The day lengthens And the clouds cannot hide the Surya. Soon great clouds bring rain. Indra gives his blessing: Monsoon. A gift to many, A curse for few. The sun shines now And the leaves sag. The frogs dive in the pond, The dragon fly hovers awhile. There’s life and beauty in this transient world. Summer brings enduring happiness To one and all, When trees blossom and bear fruit. The paddy planting season is over In the Vale of Catmandu. The Newari  jyapu farmers sing songs And rejoice. The sun fills our lives with light, Positive thoughts prevail. The wonderful scent of the roses, Butterflies dancing over Himalayan orchids. Your fingers touch and feel The silkiness of the rose petals. People sing...

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 th...