Autumn has gone.
Fallen leaves the breeze
has taken away for its harvest.
Vegetation opening its face
to the rays of a new dawn.
The rays sting
Summer, bounteously
hot, has trapped its message
in the womb.
I know the message even
If it be still-born;
Climb up against the blazing
Sun, with an eye on the summit.
And end up in a cleft.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, end of Autumn, brings a new dawn of life