NOW I WRITE A POEM OF CLOUDS ABOVE THE FIELDS AT MORNING

I didn't write that poem

about the purple clouds above

mist covering the fields before

sunrise just two days ago,

and now on this dim morning,

when the Sun should be shining,

grim clouds, drizzling rain,

and gray, cold mist

above the same fields,

and now I write a poem

of a different season,

a poem of the fall.

07.-11.09.2024

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