crisis, what crisis?

The trees are bare now,

And the golden leaves

Ground to grey dust.

But in the night sky glimmering,

Eternal consolation,

Even star, silver moon.

Why fight then and squabble:

There is no counting

The stars in the skies. 

respiration

silence est profond
comme le soleil et les ombres
musique infinie

moon morning

silver moon, voice of gold
on the strong wing of friendship 
I ride out in the day




http://youtu.be/Gr2L-bQW6I8

softly ever so softly

Soft grey clouds

are rolling in softly

from the South.

By the silent waters I walk,

under the silent trees,

and no wind rustles

in leaves and in reeds.

A bird is calling out,

A dog is barking far away.

And by the silent waters

I silence my mind

from the dissonant clamour of people. 

november gold

strewn over my path
promises of golden days
the november leaves

that's it

les ailes du chant existent!!!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gswGs_RvzU

definitely November

There’s wood-smoke in the air

And leaves are falling

And crows are cawing sadly from afar.

And churchyard doors are open

And graves are bringing memories

From loved ones lost so long ago.

They’re calling, calling sadly from afar,

And yet I know:

No thing is ever lost forever.

No thing is ever lost forever

And no thing gained.

And Happy Ends are only temporary.

And all our lives and struggles

Are just a bar, in major keys or minor,

In the unending symphony of life. 

Regenzauber

Himmelgrau,

Regengrau,

Windesgrau.

Schwarzgrau Schieferdächer,

Eisengrau Wellblechschuppen,

Graugrün Bäume, Nesseln, Brombeerranken.

Graubraun Zaunpfähle

Graugelb tote Blätter

Und grau fällt der Regen.

Die graue Welt aus Regen

Sie ist ein Zaubergarten.

Ich hebe den Kopf:

Empfange Segen,

Regentropfenkuss,

Windesliebkosung. 

november

vaillamment rouge
résistance géranium
contre gris profond