IN THE LATE OCTOBER

The tall evergreens

stand still and dark in the wan light,

and everywhere the dead grass

of summer around the brooding

trees carries a carpet of

fallen leaves, gazing

at them part of the mind

remembers the sound they made

rustling in the wind

of the season buried in them.

The summer dead at their feet,

the firs and pines, unmoving

and unmoved, brood on.

28.-29.10.2025

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