
A beautiful day with the sun
radiating
disturbed like a shining artist
by curtains of clouds
drawn close by jealous forces
moving rapidly towards the
famous Kahlenberg mountain
the muggy air suggests a storm
will be arriving here soon
but Superman Nature decides
otherwise – by the drop of a hat
let a few huge drops of heavenly
water graze our heated faces.
The drops are a welcome warm
shower for the poet on foot
to collect a gas cooker for heating-up
some charcoal cubes that should
burn in a metal vessel some cleansing
incense/ refresh our clothing.
the woods nearby
The dew aplenty.
The drying up so slow.
For nourishment : a selection
of colourful berries / blue/ red/
amber/ green speckled.
For the soul: Poetry that moves
and stirs up once’s skin.
Skin stirer.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’20