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Onset of Winter

Wintereinbruch / Onset of Winter / Inicio del invierno  

Tage verschwimmen im Nebel.
Eisblumen malen Gesichter
an die Fenster 
und die Zeit steht still
wie eingefroren.
Lange schon verstummte
der sommerliche Vogelgesang.
Der kurze Herbst
hält noch die bunten Blätter 
an den Bäumen,
doch jetzt sind sie
versunken schon
im frühen Frost 
wie ausgefallene Kristalle.
Plötzlich dann
nach nächtlichem Schneefall
fällt die Natur 
in allzu frühen Winterschlaf

Days become blurred in the fog.
Tracery of faces on a frosted window
and time stands still,
as being frozen too.
The summer birds' songs
fell silent long ago.
A brief  autumn still holds
colorful leaves on trees,
but now they bogged
in early frost like fancy crystals.
Then suddenly
after an overnight snowfall
nature fell into a far
too early hibernation

Días se confunden en la niebla.
Tracería de las caras en una ventana escarchada
y el tiempo se detiene,
como también congelado.
Veraniegas canciones de pájaros
quedaron en silencio hace tiempo.
Un otoño breve aún mantiene
hojas de colores en los árboles,
pero ahora estancado
en temprana helada 
como cristales especiales
De prontodespués de una nevada de noche
la naturaleza cayó en tan temprano

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  1. Date: 4/11/2011 6:56:00 PM
    Loved that last line nature fell into a far too early hibernation, this was a great enjoyable piece of poetry. thank you for reading Summer Gone By, and for your comment. you know if i had no past to remember it would really cut down on my poetry writing.

  1. Date: 4/3/2011 8:27:00 PM
    Hi Gert :) Just wanted to thank you for dropping by my poems, you are so sweet to do that :) mm that mushroom & potato dish sounds yummy! careful still with your arm, ok? happy to know that the weather over there is getting better :) Enjoy your week & Alles Gute :) !!

  1. Date: 4/3/2011 10:47:00 AM
    Did u send me Soup Mail Gert? did not receive it luv.. sorry ..please send again ..thankxx..

  1. Date: 4/3/2011 7:09:00 AM
    ang ganda ng tula mo, gert... so flowing in expressions light and full of depth! i'm dazzled! :) hugggs and thanks for the visit.. are you better now? hope so, friend! :) huggs, nette

  1. Date: 3/31/2011 10:05:00 AM
    yes winter is over, this was a great poem

  1. Date: 3/29/2011 3:09:00 PM
    Hoping your day is as beautiful as your words Gert my friend.. and that your pain in arm is better now luv..

  1. Date: 3/29/2011 10:35:00 AM
    Hi Gert! How are you this week? I hope you are doing better-- lovely and stirring poem you have here -- I almost wanted to whisper it as I was reading this... thank you for sharing this beautiful winter write-- Alles Gute!

  1. Date: 3/28/2011 10:10:00 PM
    awesome in how the mood makes me feel this sense of sweet nostalgia... the lyrical sound of it all creates magic, gert... ang ganda ganda! :) huggs, nette

  1. Date: 3/28/2011 4:23:00 PM
    Gert, I hadn't heard about Germany's "raccoon city." They're cute little critters, but I guess there's always the possibility of having "too much of a good thing." Thanks for telling me about Kassel. Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 3/28/2011 5:13:00 AM
    Magnificent words tell a lovely story Gert my friend.. a unique painting in precious words u have penned luv.. it is still Winter here and oh am longing so for Spring.. will just read your beautiful poetry which warms the heart and soul .. happy week luv..

  1. Date: 3/27/2011 4:43:00 PM
    Just as the winter of our lives, Gert. Exceptional introspective write, dear friend. Have a wonderful, creative week. can't wait to read some more! Love it. Always, Annalise

  1. Date: 3/27/2011 3:50:00 PM
    A magnificent description of an early frost when summer seems to have rushed right into winter, almost leaving fall out of the mix entirely, Gert! It was 90 degrees here today and poets are still writing about winter. Guess I need to head north so I can see this change of seasons. Not much spring here and very little fall as well. Love, Carolyn