Wordless morning rain everywhere,
I am against the world
completely naked and unarmed.
It is no longer maintained here in the summer,
frost lurking in the embrace.
Forests point of all decays,
and everywhere below zero
sounds echoing.
Crackles, and will appeal to country,
Frost over the country,
lays the foundation for the incoming winter.
November is the time, take
December creeping magic.
The grave is dug,
wreath purchased,
cancer hardly any avenged.
Friend left,
emptied in the home,
will be the memory of a hot toddy.
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