30 Dezember
2020
At the Pine grove..,.
so often
I sit here
between arable field
and green fields
a the pine grove
the sun laughs
a breath of spring
caresses me
dandelions
send their combined children
on thaier journey
the early singers
ringing busily
for the first concert
in the bushes
close your eyes
listen
the harz mountains
stretch ahead
me
the hinhest elevation
of the low mountain
range
to the west
the brocken
in silhouettes
I recogize