yet to the land of pyramids
the storks fled
high above the sea and shore;
has passed and parted,
the lark also not chanting anymore.
the wind grazes
the going green;
ah..they have passed by
and they have been!
devoured the forest that has seen your best-protected beatitude;
and gleaming woods and heath that one may guess and cling, behind all winter-hurt lies afar a day of spring.
(c)opyright k.stein nach th. storm ‘herbst’