Saturday, November 10, 2007

Antiphonon



November in everything excels

And has his crowns of gray.

To find a leafy new one

With every single day.

November in all and everything excels.

For, a tunic of chrysanthemum he dresses.


Who would so blind be to step on his silver scale?

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