Less time day ends soon
November warm quiet
gentle whisper of wind
in digger pines.
Blown leaves gray-yellow drift across driveway.
Small silence being alone
sip coffee
feel warmth
seep through torso
almost perfect autumn day.
Very vivid...I can pictured this in my mind as I was reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can see you out sipping your coffee. Well described Patricia Gale