It grows dark early, under the iron-gray sky,
and the wind keeps blowing, taking leaves
off alders and junipers, birches now stripped bare;
cold, quick rain falls on short intervals,
water drips from the eaves, the branches,
and still, there is a flickering light
inside the damp dark of my thoughts,
feeling of happiness on this
early October evening,
as the northern wind rises to a howl
and the soaked land buries
itself in the deepening dark.
09.10.2020
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