Scene outside the window:
Sweeping winds of desolate daydreams,
Rattle knobbly branches;
Care-worn leaves limply lie.
It’s here that:
Memories of rosy summer,
Like rows of toppling toy soldiers,
Can’t stand against late-autumn’s breath.
Canvas of grey on grey:
Rolling cloud’s face revealed
Brings rain upon the windowpane,
Drops of November sky.
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