Cold, silent days,
days of gray, pale light,
days of yellow and brown leaves
laying damp on the ground
after the rain went with the night;
and you, the only mobile thing
on your paths, carved in memory,
in the entire October landscape -
even the rooks
statues on naked branches.
14.10.2021
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