Trees of November

Trees of November/Michael Kwack

The season deepening,

Trees become more beautiful;

And when in November,

I come to the woods more often.

Seeing the trees over and over

Steals and steals the heart of mine;

And soon we become friends,

Or even lovers.

Then, before being aware,

Imitating those trees,

I spread my arms,

To stand upright, for long,

Touching the wind,

Looking up the sky.

Trees, too, resemble

Those who are fond of them,

For every tree I see today

Seems to wear a human look.

Perhaps many fancy ladies

Have been so much liking them.


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