In the Siebbeleshof Courtyard
What are these?
Pigeons or crows?
Magpies maybe?
They break the silence with flapping wings.
The silence breaks again by the half-past bell.
Autumn sends its regards this rainy day,
for October is late and so is the hour.
Though daylight grasps the waning twilight
its hold is lost,
and so is ours;
but tomorrow is still promised.