Mute and uncomplaining autumn comes around,
racing towards winters slippery snake heels,
when brown leaves fall to the shallow ground,
a change of equinox the landscape feels.
The magic season rend the wiry smiles from our face,
And something new shelter where autumn sprung,
spreading its might from trees lofty embrace,
Birds perch on the hill with lucid leaves clone.
Autumn morning memories embracing everywhere,
Express the winning leaves beneath the trees,
Blends with the seasons changing atmosphere,
with old age the crisping colors in beauty chase.
With icy fringe against the frozen compound,
autumn quench its caress and colorful splendor,
Wet with sweeping noises to adorn the ground,
autumn mourning lights the kindred lamp in the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful, autumn morning memories, thanks,