Seasonal Poem: 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 an...
