Each time I hear the sound of a falling leaf
from the old chestnut-tree
in my backyard
I think neither of
the principles of celestial mechanics
nor the law of terrestrial gravitation
nor even salvation
of my sinful soul –
I actually don't think at all:
I'm simply
listening to Autumn...
A beautiffuly evocative poem of autumn Too many people don't listen to the turn of the seasons. Loved it: O) P.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoying simply the present moment. Very well written