Coming to me through
Life's swinging door,
A surprize in my Heart
Of something more,
That was not expected
By this inner core,
Yet life redirected
And time away bore,
The gift of Love
By the colors Autumn wore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every now and again I seem to get lucky. Such was the case when I took one read of 'Autumn Love'. It flashed before me memories of youth, of school, of parting love, of final surges of natural change, and a dozen less easily defined experiences. I do thank you!