September
This is a farewell with standards
of plum blue and apple green.
Wallflowers and asters are the flags of the garden,
and a thousand mulleins glow.
This is a farewell with smells
from an almost forgotten world.
Jam and jelly are cooking in the kitchens.
Potato fire smokes in the field.
Indian summer blows in the wind.
This is a loud and quiet farewell.
The carousels rotate in circles.
And what seemed to be over begins.
from: Erich Kästner, September
