FALLEN LEAVES AND WITHERED GRASS

The land has become white

and black again, and all those

days of the long, quickly passing,

months of spring and summer

fallen leaves and withered grass

under the heavy blanket, more

dead than asleep, not awakening

but resurrecting, when the brooks

of spring will sing with the voice

of melted snow and ice, and my

feet will find a quicker step,

walking over fallen leaves

and withered grass.

23.12.2024