November 2005
By: mare serenitatis

In Fog the world is resting still,
Forrests and meadows dreaming.
Soon, when the haze has dropped, you will
See the unbarred sky, blue and still.
Autumn - strong, the muffled fields
flow in the golden gleaming

Original poem by Rainer Maria Rilke,
translation by mare_serenitatis.

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