Late November, our season changes.
Sun-bright is the early morn, but cloud and mist
Have quite white-washed the sky, the familiar hill
Is veiled. The temple spire and the tall
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Everything is shrouded in mist in the month of November and December! We can only see the bare silhouettes of trees, spires and mountains! So much is left to conjectures and speculations like the unfathomable mysteries of existence! The transition from the concrete to the abstract in the poem is particularly enjoyable!
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Everything is shrouded in mist in the month of November and December! We can only see the bare silhouettes of trees, spires and mountains! So much is left to conjectures and speculations like the unfathomable mysteries of existence! The transition from the concrete to the abstract in the poem is particularly enjoyable!