* * *

I stay in my tent
Dream of cherry blossoms
And a blonde in kimono.

* * *

The fishtailed one appears
Gleaming in silvery moonshine
Mirrored on placid Phewa lake.

* * *

Winter is here
The magic of snowy landscape
Out with the snowboots.

* * *

Snowflakes falling from Heaven
Frau Holle is dusting blankets
Gott sei Dank my heater works

* * *

Clouds waltz in the sky
Men are out to conquer
The holy Himalayan peaks.

* * *

Sudden monsoon rain
Soaks the mountainside
A landslide causes screams of agony.

* * *

Baptism of monsoon
A landslide washed the road away
Groping and cursing uphill as a child.

* * *

The large ice chunks leap
Crash upon the fragile tents
The base camp’s a crevice.

* * *

Snow in my tent
Earthquake
Tremor in my heart

* * *

It’s April
The air is getting thinner
Avalanche growls.

* * *

The Alsatian’s muzzle
Sniffs and buries deep
A hand is uncovered.

* * *

The black cat prowls at night
A long day of napping
Lied ahead in Namchebazaar.

* * *

Beneath my tree’s canopy
I sit and sip
My cuppa Darjeeling

Satis Shroff is based in Freiburg and is a poet, humanist, lecturer and artist. He writes poems, fiction, non-fiction, and also on ecological, ethno-medical, culture-ethnological themes. He describes himself as a mediator between western and eastern cultures and sees his future as a writer and poet. He received the Pablo Neruda Award 2017 for Poetry in Crispiano, Italy.