In the fall
“In the fall when all gates stand open
toward meaningless pastures
where unreal mushrooms rot
and watery wheel ruts run on their way”
Waiting at Vasaplatsen to have coffee with my friend Ally, leaves in the wind, signs of early autumn, time to read some Ekelöf. Less than a month left in Europe until I leave for Melbourne.
Though not on Blogger, sister has just started a web log of her own called “my green seed leaves”, or in German: Meine Grünen Keimblätter.
toward meaningless pastures
where unreal mushrooms rot
and watery wheel ruts run on their way”
Waiting at Vasaplatsen to have coffee with my friend Ally, leaves in the wind, signs of early autumn, time to read some Ekelöf. Less than a month left in Europe until I leave for Melbourne.
Though not on Blogger, sister has just started a web log of her own called “my green seed leaves”, or in German: Meine Grünen Keimblätter.
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