The paleness of the early fall sun. Rowanberries. Time stops briefly – flows, falls as the first leaf. The nights are not very cold, but in the evenings you can still feel the fragility of the past. Fly away then swifts, fly high. The insects left behind will be snapped up by winter nonetheless.
Timo Maran Translated from the Estonian by Riina Kindlam From the collection: Ground Water Erakkond 2001











