judith.kuhn
O'er all the hilltops is quiet now
O’er all the hilltops
Is quiet now,
In all the treetops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath;
The birds are asleep in the trees:
Wait, soon like these
Thou too shalt rest.
(Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1780)
Dawn in Val d'Orcia. After a rainy day, it cleared overnight, the temperature dropped sharply, allowing the formation of fog overlying the valleys, swaying, wafting, sometimes hauling here, pulling there and creating a mystical morning mood
O'er all the hilltops is quiet now
O’er all the hilltops
Is quiet now,
In all the treetops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath;
The birds are asleep in the trees:
Wait, soon like these
Thou too shalt rest.
(Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1780)
Dawn in Val d'Orcia. After a rainy day, it cleared overnight, the temperature dropped sharply, allowing the formation of fog overlying the valleys, swaying, wafting, sometimes hauling here, pulling there and creating a mystical morning mood