October wish I'd told her

October, wish I'd told her
Before like leaves her eyes gave way;
November, thoughts once so tender,
Now beneath cold ground put away.
December, thought I saw her,
Felt her light but could not believe;
January starts without me,
Heart lies awake but cannot heave.

February, what's that that stirs me,
What warms my face in this frosted sun;
March, wind passing through larch,
Bringing word a new Spring has come.

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