Ah, October, October...
You once upon a time favorite month,
My love affair with you is over,
Your cruel first day stopped a loving heart.
Now I see you and your colored leaves
You paint so beautifully as if by design,
But instead of leaves, a whole tree has fallen,
And you don't seem to care, and neither do I,
Of you,
Not even if you velvety dress in utterly golden!
I would hate losing October as my favorite month! May your cheeriness be rekindled elsewhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm sorry that your love affair with October is over. October is still my favorite moth of the year. May you love October again some day...