December, herald of destruction,
takes you on a long stroll
through the black torsos of trees
and leaves scorched in autumn's fire, as if to say: so much then for
your secrets and your treasures,
the fervent trill of small birds,
the promises of summer months.


December.

Adam Zagajewski Quotes

December, herald of destruction, takes you on a long stroll through the black torsos of trees and leaves scorched in autumn's fire, as if to say: so...

December, herald of destruction, takes you on a long stroll through the black torsos of trees and leaves scorched in autumn's fire, as if to say: so...

December, herald of destruction, takes you on a long stroll through the black torsos of trees and leaves scorched in autumn's fire, as if to say: so...

December, herald of destruction, takes you on a long stroll through the black torsos of trees and leaves scorched in autumn's fire, as if to say: so...