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Genarp
1.XI.17
into
the grey November gloom
where
autumn keeps the leaves –
last
treasure of the summer spent
where
day is always ending
mossed
if you can see the green
now
dusk and the rain picks up
through
empty branches falling
till
running water sings
glass
additions bleak by pine
not
a candle for Christmas yet
leaves
layered through their colours
show
last brightness till the snow
shines
here for a winter moon
ReplyDeletebeautiful photo
like the stars
and the roots
of the world