Its’s December, it’s December,
Oh, no longer am I helper
For the last leaf trembling on the branch…
I’m still looking for your address
On autumnal yellow freeways,
Soon may snow of white sorrow begin …
Oh, this winter will go by,
Wind in soul then will subside,
But I’ll still be crazy missing you,
For again March’ll come in due time,
And cyclamens strewn on hillside
It will pick and toss up into air…
Comments (12)
Nice to see you and this beautiful write.
Take care
(And I haven't even checked out the video yet)
Thanks for bringing us this poem
...no longer am I helper For the last leaf trembling on the branch… Although not yet ready to herald in December, I thank you for sharing this wintery verse by Vano Chkhikvadze that moans But I’ll still be crazy missing you...
Love this drift from Winter to the joys of Spring.
Kindest regards to all!
Almost..
Cafe