Sunday Poem

It is Autumn

It is autumn
a plum is falling, apples,
the fruit falls
and the soul's engineer
is measuring the universe with a teaspoon
It snows in the snow, snows in the rain,
it snows in your back
Stars falling.

by Tone Hødnebø
from Mørkt kvadrat
publisher, Aventura forlag , Oslo, 1994
translation: Cecilie Dahl and Tone Hødnebø
First published on Poetry International, 2013