Winter kills. Why then this gay Riot and revelry of leaves?
Freezing rain The blackened trees Blacker still with cawing crows.
A final rose Rimed with ice Laughs in winter's frozen hands.
The first frost Persimmon fruits Like orange lanterns light my way.
Poems Undated (1727)
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