The cool winds of autumn
Fan the dying embers of our former love.
Alas, that fire, by no gale will be ressurected.
But from its ashes will grow forth,
New life,
Raspberries, aspen and birch.
And their autumn leaves,
look like flames to my eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The feeling of hope that accompanies the flame.short but euipped.