Over stubble-field and path
A black silence lurks in fear
Purest sky amid the branches
Only the brook runs silent and still
Fish and game soon slip away
Blue soul, darksome wandering
Soon severed us from loved ones, others.
Evening alters sense and image
From George Trakl's Autumn Soul
Across the Valley, Christchurch, April 2008
A black silence lurks in fear
Purest sky amid the branches
Only the brook runs silent and still
Fish and game soon slip away
Blue soul, darksome wandering
Soon severed us from loved ones, others.
Evening alters sense and image
From George Trakl's Autumn Soul
Across the Valley, Christchurch, April 2008
