To mom Stinson

Soft life grows in the stillness

Step and heart hurries through the green

Loving stays at hedges,

That heavily fill up with scents.

Beech ponders; the moist bells

Fell silent, the fellow sings

Fire embraces darkness

O patience and mute rejoicing.

Beautifully animated, silent night

Still gives glad courage to the end.

Golden wine, offered by

A sister's blue hands.