april
cherrieblossoms
behind them
a moon
a snow
white crescent
illuminating
the blue of the sky
and even
the cherrieblossoms
I am
escaping myself
arm in arm
with a
singing
nightingale
night and
day are one
all through
the meadows
all through
those
luscious
fields of tulips
(I like the
almost black ones best)
my hands in
the earth
the smell
of lilac filling my
entire
being with spring
digging
deep and deeper
it is
already warm
putting
seeds into the soil
does not
seem to be early
behind me
the moon
I am escaping
myself
into the
cherrieblossoms
a new
person later when
a moon full
and orange
touching
the horizon
is also touching
me
singing
with the nightingale
night
becomes day
taking me
to the end
no to the
beginning of the world
© Susanne Becker
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