When the night scented stock come in
And all of the dusk reigns around us
A musky smoke
Of burning leaves and wet rocks
All is cosy, locked in and battened down
A sleepy knowingness seeps in
A season and reason for movement is over
And the winter sits down long and low
Her frosty embrace – a familiar friend.
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