The sky over the forest of Monceau

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The sky over the forest of Monceau
Is swelling,
The flying boats of the chestnut leaves
Are landing
Over the salt-and-pepper waves  –
Your stormy hair,
The smokey valley is littered with fallen nuts –
CastAnea!
The moles at work nights long –
Volcanos do erupt and blow
My manicured and well-combed lawn!
Red apples scraped with rodent teeth marks,
The silvery mantillas on the ground
Are left by battalions of slugs –
Quelle perlamutr! Quelle automnale
Ballade!