The sun backlights the turning leaves
They hold all joyful farewell
securing the violent masses
of deep reposeful rubble
Snow frills on the shaded slopes
Snow lines showing the high thin clouds how to do it
Another place but I am already there
The mad wind is determined now,
it will bring deep snow
not to be dissuaded by human dread
There is a meeting here tonight
Come down to the high plateau and see the sere evening begin
elusive and aging slowly
Change from the lavender day dress
to black velvet for night.
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