Do not fear November with its depressing grey,
nor December with its ineffable roar.
Fear not January's cold intensifying this impermeable grey
Certainly not February, whose deceiving mirth wants to
sweeten winter’s acrimony.
Think about March so willingly showing you the sun,
bearing the first buds,
introducing the first warm days.
You'll be a girl again!
Running through hayfields,
shaking golden dust from hazel blossoms,
holding the summer in your heart knowing -
it has always been this way,
it is thus to date,
and will be forever.
