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Herbstzeit / Time of Autumn
Zweige wie Filigran verzaubern jetzt den Tag durch weiße Schleier. Am Boden verlieren Blätter langsam ihre Farbenpracht und nur allmählich legt sich Morgenlicht über den Rest der Nacht. Im nahen Park jagt sich ein Rabenpaar im Streit um ein paar Nüsse. Jetzt ist die Zeit der Jagd. Und übers Tal vom Wald her hört man schon zu früher Morgenstunde der Jäger erste Schüsse. Schon fallen tiefe Wolken schwarz auf Straßen und auf Dächer. Und feiner Regen zieht durch Nebelwände und zaubert Farben auf die Straßen grell und bunt. Die Berge in der Ferne werfen nur noch ihre Schatten durch das Nebelgrau, zu früher Morgenstund’.The Time of Autumn -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brenches of filigree Transform the day trough whiten haze. Leaves are slowly losing colour on the ground and morning light spreads gradually over remnants of the night. Close in the park a pair of raven chasing each other for some nuts. Now is the time for hunting. Over the valley from forest one can hear already at this early hour hunters’ first shots. Now deep black clouds descent to linger over streets and roofs. And drizzling rain extends to foggy banks producing magic colours on the streets, glaring and gay. And distant mountains only cast shadows through the misty grey at early morning hour.
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