So the year ends enormously
With golden wine and the fruit of gardens.
All around forests grow wonderfully silent
And are the lonely one's companions.
Then the countryman says: it is good.
You evening bells long and soft
Still give glad courage to the end.
A line of birds greets on the journey.
It is the tender time of love.
In the boat down the blue river
How beautifully image follows image -
Goes under in rest and silence.
© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt