Soon autumn will kiss all flowers
and steal their velvet hues,
to paint tree crowns and let their leaves
swirl with a gossamer Muse.
Soon harvest’s time will wake up
in heavy grapes on a vine.
Life giving and quiet serenity
will taste like well aged wine.
And mountain–ash will shed
each red, bright, juicy pearl,
reminding cranes about their time
to soar up high in the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely way to express a knew season. Beautiful mental pictures with words you have used.