As autumn now approaches
The colours, once so vibrant, fade
Yet the pleasure taken from them doesn't make them any less beautiful
They have a certain elegance
No longer seeking to announce themselves
They leave us wanting more the next time we see them
And the waiting is all the more anticipated by the memory
As autumn approaches
I welcome it and sit in wonder
Of what is to come
Next year
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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