Autumn - by Thomas Schmierer

The raindrops that tap on the windows,

The dew covers the short grass

It will soon be dark and I forgot,

That summer is now history.

Now is the time for apples, tea, plums and – poems.

It's foggy in the morning and in the evening too.

Here and there you can already see the faintest hint of it.

the breath creeps from their mouths.

I can already smell the chestnuts.

The leaves are adorned with wonderful color,

before the storm carries her to her grave.

The wine, yes, the wine as Sturm (new wine) was also offered,

There is already the white one and the red one.

The bulbs shine with a yellow radiance.

I'm going to eat one right now – a whole one.

The wind constantly ruffles my hair,

Yes, the year is slowly coming to an end.

But there's still Oktoberfest and Thanksgiving.

I just hope I don't get sick.

Then I harvest the giant pumpkins.

and carve it into a nasty one

Halloween – Head.

The rest ends up in the pot.

a delicious pumpkin cream soup,

I don't care about the cold at all.

which now creeps into one's bones,

I'm going to make myself some rosehip tea.

Baked potato with mushroom ragout,

I'll add that to my order.

You see, autumn isn't just golden,

It also goes through the stomach,

Therefore, do not despair.

and enjoy this beautiful time of year too

just the two of us.

For Monika, due date 26.09.2015