Over the hills, because October is showing its true colours

while it hunts the paths of sand and mud

Brown, black and also white are poked up

with long sticks by men on horse

The last sun beams are falling on not yet harvested fields

Sweat on many foreheads at the end of the trail

are wiped clean and you can hear someone say

winter spirits are not far away.

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