Here it is:
2017/09/01 – good morning (German sonnet)
As the mist rises from the lakeThe sun glimmers behind clouds of whiteTo shoo away the colours of nightStillness remains for the watcher's sake
A memory of summer's endSeems as if frozen in timeA spell cast in a wondrous rhymeThe melancholy off to fend
The sleepy forest lies so darkA woodpecker assaults the barkIt is the only sound
Gently the sun heralds the dayA very 'good morning' to sayThere's happiness to be found
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