It is the time of the year when summer and autumn are alternating and interfusing. The last two nights were almost hot summer nights; with days of blazing light emanating from a still powerful sun, leaves taking on the colours of autumn, and many already falling. Today was a a grey and dark day of heavy rain, almost like on a snow-less winter day, apart from the mild temperature.
Shrill shriek the crows
that to the town in whirls roam:
soon come the snows -
weal unto him, who - has a home!
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