Seite wählen
Summer

Summer

Pregnant riches trickling sweet, Hot and soaken thinnest sheet, Gasping in the brilliant glare; My heart’s fires gasp and flare. Caught in Life’s impudent lair, A vulgar mist thickens the air. It blurs my vision, steaming hot, Like swollen fruits before they rot....
Spring

Spring

When trees burst into dreadful life Alongside their eternal strive; When newborn colours naughtily explode And branches ache under their load; When laughing birds reclaim their quarters, Sparkling in the midst of falling waters, They greet their lazy kin which lie...