Walking through the summers dead
in admiration of color and shape
smelling the freshness of winter's arrival
with anticipation of ice and snow
But I linger to feel the earth transform
it's foliage succumbing to cold
the withdraw of the dark green meadow
as if frozen in obedience
Looking to the cloudless atmosphere
crisply defined as if stenciled by hand
a chilling gentle wind flows through the now empty branches
speaking a different tongue, in whispers
Each night the stars are dazzling as if of diamonds
sparkling in some code to tell it's secret
following a familiar passageway I can't understand
until the dawn breaks it's meaning
Autumn has arrived in it grandeur
see it parade through the land in it's splendor
a gift for us to take pleasure in
waking us from our slumber of unawareness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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