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Humilty

Watercolor by Werner Krumsiek, used with permission of artist

 

Humilty

By Rudolf Trossen

 

The sun recedes, the summer wanes,
the ripe grapes long since gifted.
A chill arrives under the guise of evening wind,
Long shadows stretch heavy like lead
across golden vineyards' last light.

 

Alone on the slope,
I watch in silence.

 

But in old casks
churns young wine,
roaring with the summer’s solar might,
lust and longing into the night,
cheering, laughing, singing bright.

 

I bow before
the deity's vigor.

 

November 1994

From the collection Was die Reben Sagen

Translated  September 2021