Fall Into Winter
Dry,
dead,
dull
is the fall.
Rye,
red,
ruddy
is the fall.
In it we lie
and take to our bed
in hope that our full
season of sleep is all
we need
to wake up on the other side of winter.
dead,
dull
is the fall.
Rye,
red,
ruddy
is the fall.
In it we lie
and take to our bed
in hope that our full
season of sleep is all
we need
to wake up on the other side of winter.
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