Advent - Rainer Maria Rilke
The wind in the winter forest
drives the flock of flakes like a shepherd,
and many a fir tree senses how soon
it will become pious and holy with light,
and listens out. It stretches its branches along the white paths
- ready,
and resists the wind and grows towards
the one night of glory.
Source photo: © Renate Kalloch / PIXELIO