Mr Autumn knocks on the door.
Miss Clock puts the hands back an hour.
Mr Autumn loses its leaves.
Mr Autumn loses its leaves.
Miss Clock calls the night earlier.
A rainbow of color comes into the landscape.
The hands of the clock slow down but
The hands of the clock slow down but
The flames grow up and dance in the chimney
To let the cold outside and waiting for Mr Winter.
Keep your hats, your scarves, and your gloves!
And your umbrella for those who are in England!
See you soon,
Love.
Love.
Ok ma Papuche je prends bonne note de ce qu'il faut apporter . Il me tarde de connaître l'hiver anglais avec toi et qu'on le combatte tous les deux collés comme des Eskimos pour se réchauffer.
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That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
RépondreSupprimerWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang...
A Shakespearian Quixotte