October is Speaking
                            Christopher Krajenka (1972-)
    The leaves fade to umber                             树叶枯成棕色
    And descend on the wind                             随风飘落
    Where they turn pirouettes                          在空中旋转而下
    And fall soft to the ground                           轻轻落到地上
    Reach out with a slow                                  慢慢伸出
    Swollen, arthritic hand                                  臃肿风湿的手
    In the hope to catch just one                        希望抓住哪怕一片叶子
    As a memory to hold                                    作为纪念
    Gone to seed, has the meadow                     返过去滋润草地
    Where the blackbirds still flock                    这里还积聚着一群山鸟
    But shall linger no longer                              但不应该在流连
    Came a call to take flight                              已有声音召唤他们飞翔
    And your face, the reflection                        你的脸反射在
    In the pond looks so gray                             湖水中显得如此苍白
    And the lines have gone deeper                    皱纹也变得更深
    Since the last time you came                        自从你上一次来
    There's a chill in the whisper                       寒风中轻轻传来
    Of an old friend from abroad                       海外老朋友的声音
    October is speaking                                     十月在说话
    And you welcome him home                       你欢迎他回家