Another love poem, dealing with the seasons-must be a phase
In saying the arduous goodbye
Like a mourning dove who must now part ways
And leave behind the warmth of summer time.
Autumn befalls me, I now cannot wait
Though I would risk the cold and wait behind
If she were to request that I would stay
And bear the cold of winter by her side.
But to my longing there is no avail
For in my departure she is silent
As a furious river hushed by ice,
Still more powerful than a violent gale
Stealing away all the suns benefit.
So alone I journey into the night.