Plea for November
We met in the March with lingering glances,
In April we declared our emotions
Our love was young and full of wonder
Throughout our summer of devotion.
Now in Autumn a chill has arrived,
Bitter words fall like leaves from the trees.
Can we retrieve what we had before
A frost puts our ardour in deep freeze?
Our love lies dying on the ground,
My plea is plaintive, heaven knows,
Let it not become buried deep
Beneath the cruel winter’s deep snows.