Late August, and the summer sun warmly burns,
But the leaves on the trees are beginning to turn;
It seems hard to believe, as the sky is so blue,
But the leaves at my feet insist that it’s true.
For the past few months, it has been my friend,
But the summer season is now nearing its end.
It won’t be long till there is frost and snow,
And the sun will then have a more watery glow.
A few fallen leaves, curled, edged with brown,
Skip and scuttle across the sun-baked ground.
The long summer days, the winter will thieve,
And cast an evil spell upon all of the leaves.
But as they die, they’ll set the world alight,
And create for us the most wonderful sight.
Crowns of yellow, orange, brown, and red.
Will adorn the trees’ autumnal heads.
Upon the ground, the leaves will create a bed;
Their carpet will soften every creature’s tread.
When the leaves have finished falling down,
The trees will then bear a nightmarish crown.
The nights are very slowly drawing on in,
And the milder weather will then soon begin.
That summer’s almost over, it’s hard to believe;
For long, hot summer days, my heart will grieve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem