Dark stillness of childhood. The meekness of the bluish view
Grazes under greening ash trees; golden rest.
A dark shape is charmed by the scent of violets; swaying ears of corn
In the evening, seed and the golden shadows of sorrow.
The carpenter trims the beams; in the dusking valley
The mill grinds; a purple mouth swells in hazel leaves,
Masculine red bent over silent waters.
Autumn is quiet, the spirit of the forest; a golden cloud
Follows the lonely one; the black shadow of the grandson.
Decline in a stony room; under old cypress trees
The nightly images of tears are gathered in a well;
Golden eye of the beginning, dark patience of the end.
© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt