Decomposing a chestnut or: Goldene Seufzer

In my new stash of old hankies I found a vintage chestnut
one - and since the chestnut trees are just unfolding
their leaves, and since the moths have just begun their
silent destruction work inside the trunks, too - I decomposed
a part of it into small squares...













Attaching them with a thread knot at the corners to
another hankie, writing parts of "Der Abend" by Georg Trakl
on the back (yes, I said I won´t use other people´s poems
any more, but, well...)













"Goldene Seufzer erlöschen leise in den kahlen Zweigen/
Der Kastanie; ein Klang von dunklen Zymbeln des Sommers/
Wenn die Fremde auf der verfallenen Stiege erscheint..."

Golden sighs fade silently in the chestnut´s barren branches
- a sound of summer´s dark cymbals/ when the stranger
appears on the dilapidated stairs...