Labor Day, signaling
summer is drawing to an end.
Bowing from the stage,
one season fading,
blending into another.
Temperatures on the steady drop;
summer warmth coming to a stop.
Fall readies herself in the wings
anxious to arrive on the scene
where eager autumn lovers,
await her dazzling golden beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem