In recent German poetry, nature poetry occupies a special, even preferred position. Since the mid-19th century, which broke with tradition, it has rarely emerged in the old sense. The harmony with an immediately visible whole, an overwhelming, shocking experience of the temporal essence of 'world', is ideologically bound as a romantic bourgeois, sentimentally obscuring, 'poeticizing' attitude. The revolution of the 'new poetic language' no longer allows for nature poetry in lyrical form. Denunciations of it—Eliot's "The nymphs are departed" set the tone—became its tombstone substitute. Nevertheless, the author of this collection sees in it the still most noble genre of lyrical poetry. He refers to the old title taken from Bruegel's series of seasons, which he presents as an album of attempts collected as a wanderer in the Austrian region from 2000 to 2004, to 'retrace' what he encountered. Like the crocus bloom, the morning light of March night will open: even more decisively, with the non-wintery breath coming from outside, the first blackbirds will already sing in the darkness.