FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (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 an...

SUMMER WIND (Satis Shroff) It’s a lovely morning, the blackbirds are awake and singing. Towards St. Peter and Stegen the sun has arisen in all its golden and scarlet splendor. It’s six o’ clock in the morning on my balcony. A wind blows from Maier’s hill and the rows of pine trees begin to sway. The blackbirds, finches and sparrows begin chirping and twittering in stuccato rhythm. My neighbour’s weeping willow tree on the hill begins a dance of its own, with its long flaying green branches and twigs. The wind on the pines creates a steady wave-like howling din which increases in intensity. It begins to pitter and patter, as the rain is unleashed gradually by the grey rain clouds above. Out in the blue mountainous horizon of the Schwarzwald, the sky still has a yellow glow but in Kappel, a storm seems to be building up. I sit on the chair in the balcony and drink my cuppa Earl Grey tea pepped up with garam masala, and register the rainy phenomenon. Mrs. Loy’s blue lavender,...