{"id":2971,"date":"2009-11-15T02:09:30","date_gmt":"2009-11-15T01:09:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/?p=2971"},"modified":"2009-11-15T02:09:30","modified_gmt":"2009-11-15T01:09:30","slug":"herbstmorgen-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/?p=2971","title":{"rendered":"Herbstmorgen"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"ambihoh4ei\"<\/p>\n

Des Nachtsturms wilde Spuren s\u00e4umen<\/p>\n

mit Bl\u00e4tterw\u00e4llen Wege, Gassen.<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

Die spiegelblanken Pf\u00fctzen tr\u00e4umen<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

vom Regenguss, der sie verlassen.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n


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Und frisch gewaschen zeigt die Welt<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

dem Tag ihr reines Angesicht,<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

das sich nun strahlend sch\u00f6n erhellt<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

im goldnen Glanz des Sonnenlichts.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n


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In die Idylle f\u00fcgt sich mild<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

das Gurren einer Ringeltaube;<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

sie ruft den Partner sanft ins Bild.<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

Er schwebt heran auf’s Dach der Laube.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n


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Am Fenster stehe ich und schaue,<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

begr\u00fc\u00dfe froh den jungen Tag.<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

Wie weggeweht ist alles Graue,<\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

nur Farbenspiel, wie ich es mag!<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ingrid Herta Drewing<\/em> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Des Nachtsturms wilde Spuren s\u00e4umen mit Bl\u00e4tterw\u00e4llen Wege, Gassen. Die spiegelblanken Pf\u00fctzen tr\u00e4umen vom Regenguss, der sie verlassen. Und frisch gewaschen zeigt die Welt dem Tag ihr reines Angesicht, das sich nun strahlend sch\u00f6n erhellt im goldnen Glanz des Sonnenlichts. In die Idylle f\u00fcgt sich mild das Gurren einer Ringeltaube; sie ruft den Partner sanft […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2971","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-jahreszeiten"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2971","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2971"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2971\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2979,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2971\/revisions\/2979"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2971"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2971"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2971"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}