Tiny red leaves in mid-autumn,
Numbly float on water's surface:
Comes the ball that flies and turns,
And gives a splash on water's face!
Butterflies around are dancing,
Pigeons on the fence in scene;
Far above, a crow is passing
Then the flock she's joining.
Here's the dog caught in his play:
Fluffy white like candyfloss;
Round he goes around his tail:
In his game, he's a little boss!
I am playing with them too,
And the statues in the garden:
We all sit around the pool,
And the wind is blowing harder.
We all sit around the pool! ! With the muse of the season. Thanks for sharing.
I absolutely love autumn, my favorite season. And I find it inspires my poetry writing. There's is something about seasonal change which is intrinsically poetic. And autumn with the slow fading of foliage creates a sweet melancholy which is NOT depression but rather thoughtfulness, reverie, fulfillment. I can see some of these qualities in your poem but also two other things: interaction of people who delight in each other's company, the joy they feel is infectious; and the sudden sign that change has come in the last line THE WIND IS BLOWING HARDER.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am playing with them too, And the statues in the garden; We all sit around the pool And the wind is blowing harder......amusing expression. A beautiful poem nicely executed.10