December, herald of destruction,
takes you on a long stroll
through the black torsos of trees
and leaves scorched in autumn's fire,as if to say: so much then for
your secrets and your treasures,
the fervent trill of small birds,
the promises of summer months. (Adam Zagajewski)

December, herald of destruction, takes you on a long stroll through the black torsos of trees and leaves scorched in autumn's fire,as if to say: so much then for your secrets and your treasures, the fervent trill of small birds, the promises of summer months.

Adam Zagajewski

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