Oh Pat, this grief you left with me,
In November will not stay it's hand,
To add to general gloom, it's band
Will a long time play
Inside my head.
It's played to me each time
the flower re-blooms
In this month of chilliness,
And
leaf losing skies.
And even reading Robert Frost
The irony is never lost:
As grief came
Suddenly as December snow
I know!
In Nov 2001 Pat sent me a plant that reblooms
in October and lasts through November.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem