Retrospective
Transfigured Autumn
So the year ends enormously
With golden wine and the fruit of gardens.
All around forests grow wonderfully silent
And are the lonely one's companions.
Then the countryman says: it is good.
You evening bells long and soft
Still give glad courage to the end.
A line of birds greets on the journey.
It is the tender time of love.
In the boat down the blue river
How beautifully image follows image -
Goes under in rest and silence.
© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt
