{"id":4720,"date":"2010-04-22T07:16:16","date_gmt":"2010-04-22T06:16:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.spruechetante.de\/sprueche-sammlung\/index.php\/loewenzahn\/"},"modified":"2025-06-18T18:22:27","modified_gmt":"2025-06-18T16:22:27","slug":"loewenzahn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.spruechetante.de\/sprueche-sammlung\/index.php\/loewenzahn\/","title":{"rendered":"L\u00f6wenzahn"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

M\u00e4hlich durchbrechende Sonne
\nSch\u00f6nes,
\ngr\u00fcnes, weiches
\nGras.
\nDrin
\nliege ich.
\nInmitten goldgelber
\nButterblumen!
\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n


\n\u00dcber mir … warm … der Himmel:
\nEin
\nweites, sch\u00fctteres,
\nlichtw\u00fchlig, lichtblendig, lichtwogig
\nzitterndes
\nWei\u00df,
\ndas mir die
\nAugen
\nlangsam … ganz … langsam
\nschlie\u00dft.
\nWehende … Luft … kaum merklich
\nein Duft, ein
\nzartes . . . Summen.
\nNun bin ich fern
\nvon jeder Welt,
\nein sanftes Rot erf\u00fcllt mich ganz, und
\ndeutlich . . . sp\u00fcre ich . . . wie die
\nSonne
\nmir durchs Blut
\nrinnt.
\nMinutenlang.
\nVersunken
\nalles . . . Nur noch
\nich.
\nSelig!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arno Holz (1863-1929)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

M\u00e4hlich durchbrechende Sonne Sch\u00f6nes, gr\u00fcnes, weiches Gras. Drin liege ich. Inmitten goldgelber Butterblumen!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":53022,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_sitemap_exclude":false,"_sitemap_priority":"","_sitemap_frequency":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1154],"tags":[1518,2912,560],"class_list":["post-4720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blumengruesse-blumenladen","tag-arno-holz","tag-blumengruesse-blumenladen","tag-sommergedichte"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t