I was fascinated by this fencepost decoration
Curled like a fiddlehead, hand-forged a hundred years ago
The concertina wire, the green paint residue,
all doomed to rust away,
silent testimony of neglect
caught a sign of hope,
on this cold winter day
Viennese Coffee Melange
A few words, set to music,
decorate the paper cup,
"Dann wirst du, was ich schreib' ...."
A Schubert Lied? A wayfarer's song?
I sip coffee, drinking in the view
Photographed in the 13th and the 19th District
Hietzing and Kahlenberg
Images and Text © by Merisi
-> Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau sings Schubert's "Leise fliehen meine Lieder"
-> Gustav Mahler's "Songs of a Wayfarer