The autumn leaves, full grown, and bloodied
all fade and fall: the lake is flooded!
Harsh zephyrs chase the clouds away,
just like the girl, they cannot not stay.
The nights draw in and frost is biting.
Her feckless folks ‘gainst first love fighting.
Each one with adamantine heart,
intent on tearing us apart!
I’m grieving in the bleak mid-winter.
This sorrow’s like a steely splinter.
It’s stabbing me - assassin-style,
like Caesar’s killers, cruel and vile!
The years fly by; one hundred seasons
of loveless living and no reasons
sufficiently explain this mess.
I crave her kiss and warm caress!
Then one spring did sing and splutter.
Sent girl to me, like butter-flutter!
Swift soaring swallow, turning tide.
Then summer sewed her to my side!