Nachtigall
Mitglied
Sunday
Gales of gritty dust
scourge a narrow path,
as some wanderer
escapes into cool
softening shadows.
Against azure skies,
castle ruins loom
in silhouette; gold
surging clouds of wheat
are torched by poppies.
Brightly purling bells
shatter midday's heat,
while my keen resolve
simply melts away
amidst chamomile.
It's Sunday alright!
Gales of gritty dust
scourge a narrow path,
as some wanderer
escapes into cool
softening shadows.
Against azure skies,
castle ruins loom
in silhouette; gold
surging clouds of wheat
are torched by poppies.
Brightly purling bells
shatter midday's heat,
while my keen resolve
simply melts away
amidst chamomile.
It's Sunday alright!