Ashes of Destinations

My hut begins to shed its leaves
Under the rainy skies and clouds–
I have to start moving again.

I have left behind my winter wools
My summer suits, boat for the seas
Skis for snow-covered hills and lawns

I am alone wandering naked like the roads
Scattering the ashes of destinations to the winds
Resting once in a while under some trees or eaves.

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