
By the fireplace, the sleepless flames
The traveler's cloak, waiting in silence
Once swept through the red maple, the autumn that engulfed the earth
Drunk and flush with wine, the mountain mist surges, snowflakes scattering down
Not quite a wandering knight, nor a singing bard
Only wanting, quietly, to leave without taking a single flake of frost
Time flows on, remaining as before.


