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A perfect autumn has transformed the field.
It's long been bare, but now a coat of leaves,
a reddish blanket, covers up the rills
and stagnant ruts. The frightened farmer fled,
before the coming rumble left his farm
a colour like those leaves. The field, unkempt,
grew weedy from neglect; nobody took
the slightest notice of it, till one day
the carts returned and gaping holes were dug
and filled up with their load. No holes remain;
the fields unevenness alone still shows -
but even that will change with this year's snows.