Choice is stone on flowers
or flowers on stone

YOU THERE! Follow me here and step on meandering ant-tracks
continuing down through the meadowland; in just this spring
which now remade by the meltwater runs over into…

Summer, went past reflecting other little summer memories
up here on juniper tree hills and field islands; down by the creeks
we turn our embraces around full-grown wild strawberry ditches


The water-mirror slumbered stuck further down in the old hollow
with its pine-needles and dust swimming on after? So prettily teasing

We will see invisibly lifted stone shards there behind the glade
by saddened hardened in each corner ? Yet they’re playing


The views are here allowed to be us stretched far and wide,
reachable, for us hastily taken in right before…

Autumn, a scent around blot wood and mushrooms in damp moss
from a silent hiding-place where one single leaf has hanged itself on;
following true life-gladness in search after worth seeing; stainless.


It died down meanwhile the river silenced below the ridge
and beside me sat a frosted fog denseness in a smile;
in its cold and snowfilled winterarms winterfairest shine


We return home inside the soll!

We strike forward our years on mountains!

We break Earth’s veins!