Walk Along the Frost-heaved Trail

The end of autumn,

the turn of a season.

The approach of winter,

for not but one reason.

Why does it happen, why should I care?

I know not why, it’s a concern I don’t bare.

Soon it will snow, whatever the cause.

I don’t understand, I only take pause.

To comprehend, I hoist my sail:

I walk along the frost-heaved trail.

 

tfht

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