November lulls the bare gloomy garden.
Everything's ready for the winter endless sleep.
Everything's ready, but the only trailing aster
on the white alley has prepared flowers' beads.
White countless beads on the well wetted ground
gleam like small pearls, which have been carelessly lost
by fairy elves: the decor for apparel
of the fiancee has been made from sparkling frost.
They look too odd on the deserted alley.
And their frailness charms so much, that the cold wind
has stopped the blowing to preserve the samples
for extra days to give the glad to the white miss.
by Thea Ariss
15:51/11.11
November lulls the bare gloomy garden
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