November poem

now the crows fly lower,
they call each other,
a sudden sound in the wind
and out of autumn silence

now the rain turns dense,
a liquid veil and dark
drops fall into the pond,
and rings of ripples spread around

for their own and given time,
reach stillness, it absorbs now all
and inside autumn meets itself.
all is crows and rain-

visit end of november

Passau

November days

Aquinus in autumn

'Maius est illuminare quam lucere solum.'

Thomas Aquinus

love and sky

love, you stay in clouds, come down to earth.
i watch you passing.
will it be rain, snow or a soft wind and the leaves falling?
love, do't float too long.
please bring your umbrella, stand with me,
you can have my coat.