Poetry

In March when the summer is worn out
the new autumn gets new meaning
when plovers call to each other
while it feels as if the sun is saving its last summer heat
and it seems as if this summer will last forever
like the love that I read in your golden eyes.
 
When the leaves suddenly fall everywhere
every tree is stripped on the hillocks and in the vale
when the winter cold comes
and stripped off and away is each wild flower
 
but almost unexpectedly new blossoms appear
and everywhere flowers are in abundance
in the veldt, on the hillocks and at the marsh
and I hear new birds singing their praising songs
as if new life has come to everything
 
and I also do want to believe that love does the same
when in difficult times
we become closer involved with each other.
 
[Poet’s note: Please note that in the Southern Hemisphere the seasons are opposite to those that are experienced in the Northern Hemisphere.]