NOVEMBER

 

November night, and an eerie wind 
blows a thousand golden leaves hither and thither
while singing a high-pitched lament among the trees

November night, and the hunters' shotguns echo
through meadows forlorn, frightening the deer
while feathery flocks seek to reach dark clouds above

November night, and the heart's wild horse
beats a frantic tattoo within my ears
while flowering red at the image of you