monday verse: autumn journal

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It is December now, the trees are naked
As the three crosses on the hill;
Through the white fog the face of the orange sun is cryptic
Like a lawyer making the yearโ€™s will.
The year has little to show, will leave a heavy
overdraft to its heir.

from Autumn Journal (XVIII) by Louis MacNeice


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