The sun has begun its annual hiding today,
nigh on to the cold season, December,
when \nature’s beauty will obscure itself
beneath gray clouds dimmed by rain or snow
and men hide themselves behind walls’ warmth.
The blanket of leaves resting below trees,
but skeletons of near bare limbs,
only a few colored leaves hang grimly
above a brown blanket of their brethern below,
waiting to go aloft on a next eddying wind.
Nature and ploughman alike must rest,
both to regain strength for another season
And the ploughmen’s women
continue to labor on without rest.