Towards Autumn and Winter
Dusk fell slowly as the sun set,
No rain along the river course.
The wan moon rose with no regret,
The currents flowed without great force.
High whitish clouds gathered on high,
Below a siege of herons flew
In haphazard way in the sky
To the south where lemonwood grew.
The young man and his lithe girl friend
Paddled slowly towards a pier,
They got off, the woodland their end
Knowing that chestnuts would be near.
For when cold winter will arrive,
Then Christmas will be in full swing,
Roasted nuts would keep them alive.
Jointly lively carols they'll still sing.
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