Who cares for the flowers' gone grandeur?
Who reads the story of the falling leaves?
What to steal from one heading to a winter,
In autumn you invite the beautiful thieves!
Love not supplemented by something to steal
Is just like a booked shot rarely played
The thieves will come back during snow fall
May not the winter this year too delayed!
Beatify me O Nature! This year once again,
Cover my nude branches by soft white silk,
Skin though hard fit yet for the osmosis,
From snow I can suck O Mother, some milk!
I'm sure your snow will inject new dreams
Green leaves and colorful flowers springs
Withstanding winds, calling back thieves
The lost naughtiness by waiving the wings
I'm sure colors and aroma of flowers,
Will bring back the gone butterflies,
Birds will come and their sweet songs,
Will pull down the clouds from skies!
No wonder the Autumn Breeze is gently flowing to Winter. Life keeps on moving through all the seasons of the years. Yet Autumn Breeze has something to whisper. Dear poet I can listen to the Autumn whisper. Loved reading it. Beautiful write and I love Autumn! !
The transition from summer to autumn and then to winter is beautifully described! The butterflies and birds that have disappeared with winter will once more come back in Spring and life goes on and on!
The miniscule details covered in your poem amuses at times. Awesome poem...10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although autumn (at least the first half) is beautiful, and summer is now so hot and humid; I am not yet ready for the transition
I am impressed by your factual and actual interpretation of the seasonal impact.