collection 07

before one winter

i sing a song of quiet
and of september light.
the silence of a cricket
is also part of it.

the lake and the damselfly.
the red of the rowan berries.
the struggle of a spring.
the autumnal scent of bread.

death and tears of a tree.
the cry of the black raven.
the melodic flight of the swans.
everything that it may be,

the space above us all
tearing open a vast void
and into our dreams falls
a dark night.

i sing a song of quiet.
i sing a song of light.
i turn and face the winter.
as so not to pass away.


eva strittmatter