Zeitgeistlyrik: THE DANCE OF THE BIRCH TREES (Satis Shroff)

THE DANCE OF THE BIRCH TREES (Satis Shroff)

The naked white birch trees
Stand close to each other,
Waiting for the music
Of the Dreisam Valley wind
To begin.

A gust comes,
Followed by another,
Making the trees sway,
Like a wise white woman's long tresses,
The thin, supple twigs
That almost reach half the size of the trees,
Have a faster rhythm of their own.

The hurricane-like wind
Gathers its energy for the finale.
Ah, the upper branches
With capillary-like twigs,
As they anastomose,
Developing into a canopy,
Become intensive
In their movements to and fro.

In the background you see
The blue Black Forest hills,
With homesteads like dots
On the snow-covered hillsides,
That are lit now.

The blueish-grey clouds which were on the move,
Have taken a prussian blue hue.
A weak yellowish light,
Manages to break through,
Above the snowy-clad peaks.
A semblance of a sunset
In the Schwarzwald.
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