Time

“Do you

still remember

that time

when fields were so tall

when a humid evening

called for a stormy night

when winter was winter

spring was just a spring

everything had its own moment

you

me

trees…

Do you remember

poppies and cornflowers

all thoughts and reams

being yourself

caring

running away

hiding…

Because it should not be so hard

to find herbs

poppies and cornflowers

wheat

bugs

meadows and woods

paths hidden

but still somehow

opening if you knew

the password…

love.

Peace and quiet

so now unfancy…

just like me.

Do you remember…” Ch. J.