Winter Twilight

Translation of ‘Winterdämmerung’, a poem by Georg Trakl Dedicated to Max von Esterle   Metallic black celestial sphere. In the evenings, starved to madness, Crows criss-cross storms’ redness, Blown over parkland sad and bare.   In the clouds a light is frozen; Each bird turns in circles then, Fleeing from the curse of Satan, Sevenfold […]

Something caught my eye on the way home from an appointment this morning

Plough Grey crusts and clods of earth Crack Turn rich and rusty brown In the furrowed wake Of the plough Breaking waves Of stones and twisted roots Distort the parallels Of tractor wheels That stretch to the horizon Surfed by gulls and crows Diving and pillaging The farmer’s Carefully crafted rows Image found on www.freefoto.com