Autumn is still too young
to find itself in a leaf.
It trains in the wind
and let's the rain fall.
It knows that it brings us cold
and early darkness.
Don't turn around.
The grey is doing gymnastics.
The blue has stopped training.
The old year is dropping to its knees.
The new one lies listlessly dormant.
An apple stays in the grass
and is rotting in favour of fresh fruit.
You tell me it is winter soon?
Only rumours!
I particularly like the rotting in favor of fresh fruit line. Nice.
a real poet.. not many around.. ;) I've enjoyed reading your bright poem, Eva. WELCOME at PH, Eva. Keep on posting
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I would like to translate this poem
An insightful train of thought, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Eva.