Departures And Arrivals Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

it is time to get up
still I feel
the pillow smells of you

tomatoes this year
beautiful, you took care
about it

you are already on your way
in a minute you will be there
where smell

of scythed fresh
grass, pleasantly
is annoying nostrils

and then again
a few sleepless nights
in thoughts, together

we will count the time
and as ever you will be
sitting, in your armchair

with the favourite newspaper,
and I will think, what to give
for us, to the dessert.