Night comes
so quickly
without warning.
Day wanes and twilight reigns
for a brief moment
before the dark.
Light a candle
now
before the life-glow of your sunlight years
fades into nothingness
like the empty promise of your fulfilment…
And clammy winter
cloys the optimistic voice
of your intentions.
Climb high
in the golden-ray sky
so the dreams in your heart
can become a part
of each moment of life
that you savour.
Hear
the hourly tread
of relentless feet
on the paving stones of your existence
till they wear thin
and ensure
no hopes of yours
lie beneath
a Western pink sky
to chill in the shadow
of the impending night …
For Autumn comes so early.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful, Margaret. Don