an autumn chill that tints the air
the fireplace lit
the evening chair
so many things remind me of November
maple leaves that yet hold tight
the shorter day
the longer night
a wish that I forever must remember
tender lips and vows we made
the time of day
when shadows fade
when love was not a token or pretender
then winter nights and deepest snow
foretell the fate
that all must know
still I recall the passion love can render
often dreams may take me there
where two of us
without a care
cherished each and every dying ember
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem