I knew autumn long ago,
Like a fairy tale.
The mystique has seemed to grow
Stronger each fall.
Nature is smiling,
Warming the heart and soul.
A warm, lovely lady,
Her beauty to behold.
Leaves falling without number.
A sweet fragrance in the air
Lulls the thinking to slumber.
An evening so rare.
Strange and dreamy thoughts arise
As through the leaves I trod...
While insects improvise
Their evening hymn among the goldenrod.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem