In the woods I found
fourteen types of mushroom. Wow!
Nature is so full.
Copper. Amber. Gold.
All changing, changing, dying.
So full of promise.
Watching the steam rise
from a cup. It's November. Outside cold winds blow.
Outside, wind whistling
Gusting, pushing to enter.
Inside, all is still.
Tick, tock, tick, tock make
it stop. Tick, tock make it stop!
Tick, tock make it stop!
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick
Make it stop! Tick, tock, tick, tock
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