Autumn in Japan is is god's gift to man
Trees cinderallise the green countryside almost overnight
Every tree wears resplendent kimonos woven in myriad hues
Greens sulking in the background as if deprived of its dues
Translucent Momijis in mauve and crimson, undisputed king of autumn
Jostle against Giinko's dazzling yellow, no match for momijis' splendour
Nanakamado ‘s pink and red look down from from slopes overhead
with unconcealed disdain for trees growing in foothills beyond
A carpet of Kusamomiji softens one's steps
Their hue of mustard turning to red within a matter of days
Multi-hued Bunas and Urushis, and Keyakis vie with
Colours of Tochinokis, Sirakabas, Tstutsujis and Zeyakis
viewers overwhelmed don't know where to look
Nature gone berserk has been painting every nook
Each tree seems painted from diverse palettes
Same trees often have different enchanting shades
As if nature, tired of painting, emptied her palette
not bothering where the blobs landed.
Sakuras wait in fringes, wearing a dejected look
their days not yet come, spring seems so far away!
With Spring is in the air, they would strut like buxom maidens
All other trees would then pay homage to their ethereal resplendence.
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(Guwahati,15th July,2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I always enjoy good poems about nature. A nice descriptive piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and keep it up.