They always come without a warning
But leave with a sensation so warming
It leaves me feeling giddy and gay
Smoothing the usual rocky paths of day.
Today they came in the guise of a leaf
As I stood there bewildered beneath
The Chesnut tree. Suddenly I was a child again
In the family house beside the window pane.
Autumn had slowly pushed summer adrift
Chilling the air and dispering its mist.
There I sat warm and snug watching the greving trees
As they began to shed the first of their leaves.
The world, it seemed had frozen with awe
As the curling leaves drifted towards the floor
Swirling slowly with natural ancient grace
Where upon the damp grass they took their place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful...Memories...Sounds like more to be added! ~PB