Living merely in my autumn leaves, watercourses and clouds,

like a kissed harvest pulled by longings silenced promises

and as unwillingly begged, hard nightflowered and teared

The forest sun-striated (Dreamed in Life’s Windsnare)

meanwhile the raining leaned in slowly, hesitent steps

(Watching melting, hectically dripping under springsun’s might)

In stonelee will soon the violets be placed harrowed here again

and then fade, shyly slouch, under the night-time’s journey

(Enough about that.)

Stepping up a daily route and got beautiful together with dawning

and when later the rain carefully fell asleep weary beside the evening

down under raking forest tree tops underneath the greyspeckled skies

was springs-ground seen turning home to barrenly (and slowly) drink thaw

Gazing miles wide around over the halfway snow stained mounds

where furrowed fields stood silent as frozen, stopped sea waves,

while the Winds hit, took headway from all four sides, then suddenly!:

At precisely the right time beams from the Sun broke in over the district

The springtender light lit carefully (Warmed the last years grass)

and little shadows flickered themselves quickly over creek and river

I have eye-caressed the pinebedded grounds fairest days

before nocturnal fog arose around tender forestshadows

Beneath rainpines’ dripping greeted my sight modest flowering,

together with the rain teared down with most broken branches

Indulgent crop on sweet forest ploughed strips, stay here.

WINDSIDES