Lest we should forget

Though the sky glows gold
There’s something cold about it
A hint of silver.

Before midsummer
A hint of autumnal dark
Lest we should forget.

Now a wind blows up
The sky is deep pink-blue mauve
And the leaves are dark

A threat or warning.
Don’t miss those important days
When life slips away

Now the sun has gone
A moment before night falls
I send all my love.

But   out in Warsaw
The last train for Moscow leaves
Ghetto life begins

Time is a circle
Elena will not die yet
In the promised land