Poetry

When winter suddenly comes
year upon year I am caught by it,
when there is an end to growth,
 
when sudden change in age
strip branches, let’s them hang lonely,
when winter suddenly comes
 
and it seems as if all of nature is dying,
when you long back to summer,
when there is an end to growth,
 
when with the ripe every spring flower wilts
and that an end is coming scares you,
when winter suddenly comes
 
you are astonished by the yellow-brown creeping death,
when even the bright bird songs wither,
when there is an end to growth,
 
and subtle even death claims its own property,
after years of decline of a life,
when winter suddenly comes,
when there is an end to growth.