It was the spring the day before yesterday,
sunshine, birdsong, and a fly
hovering against a windowpane.
It was the winter yesterday,
endless fall of snow in a
grim, gray land.
It's the autumn today,
rain falls on patches of snow,
disinterring fallen, brown leaves.
Each day the landscape
makes itself anew,
and us its dim reflections.
07.04.2021
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