Sweet chestnuts
Underfoot
Chanterelles beside us
Summer sunshine
In a ditch
All around me
The soft sweet scent
Of damp decay
The fondliest fondness
Of the year
All hallows eve
Be not tricked by
Summer's fickleness
Consigned to certain memory
Now the surety of dark cloud
Geese and redwing wheel and drop
Across the marsh a distant window lit
Set upon the glowing hearth
There's a treat.
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