Autumn Songtext - Stoa

Autumn - Stoa

Unbolt the wind to me!
Brag I with audacious pride
But that first gust of him
Makes me stumble and shrink

My barque is covered up
With leaves and windfall-pears
His heaven azures me
And his earth is cushioning

The warming of his wine
And the sighing of his fire
His honeys bitterness
Are reviving me

Expose me to the storms
And leave me to despair
But once his cold will die
In my ardent embrace

(K.-U. Skerra)


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