Dirt roads and rotting fallen leaves
glisten and grizzle underfoot.
Grey nights, icy tears of rain
darken the red of maple-trees
and, with a whiny death-rattle
strip bare a web of black sinews
where bully clouds hurry and flee.
Winter, time of the penniless,
accept of a poor devil
his childish stares in misery.
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