In November

IN NOVEMBER'S CHILL When red leaves from sleeping trees draped in snow rest easy on the rock hard icy ground I wait for you but I plead please and hurry to appear to me To love you to warm you like a wool blanket from the Pampas to make your toes curl up with joy to smell your hair the odor of evergreen Christmas pine And like an opera singer hitting the high notes in Caruso my heart opens up to unimagined highs and hope you have come, I rejoice, you are here with me a teenager could not be as excited as I feel You bring beauty to my life with the subtleties of your expressed love your caresses write volumes to my desires expression of my love seems dismal for the love you shower on me But time is cruel, time oh time, allow me to stay before the morrow comes let me live what’s left of my eternity here in her arms before you compel me to leave her holy place In which the fervor of her embrace takes my chill away the wetness of her kisses unfold my strength the kindness in her love melts my anxiety and her compassion lays me to rest And casts me to the icy earthen hole in November's chill.