A Writer's Ruminations

"Once in summer
when green tendernesses
slept in half shadows

once in autumn
when the pear trees deepened themselves
into their own embers

once in winter
when snow gusts
blanketed the standstill

once in spring
when someone waved goodbye
on a street corner

something black was blooming
on the black briar tree"

— Werner Lutz, from “Kissing Nests” (translated by Mark Vincenz)