No Indian
Summer was –
October
winds are wild and strong upon us.
Let’s
treasure then September sweetnesses,
Next to our
hearts,
Against the
darkness
And
November’s gloom.
Let’s hide
away sweet sunshine,
Green
fragrant forests, magic gardens,
Soft golden
sand, caresses of blue seas,
Ships on
the river,
And the
many-coloured city.
Then let’s
find safety for the smiles,
The
laughter and the moments
Of
togetherness and understanding,
The
silences,
And for the
moment when we stood,
Transfixed,
before the eyes of God.
And then,
When all is
safe,
Let Winter
come.
