Summer's faint spirit senses Autumn:
In the dying light of its sunsets:
In the darkening of its flowers:
And in the cadence of its birdsong.
O it laments its blithe transience!
Yet it will burn long in the memory
And return fresh, lyrical & blessed.
After the glorious surge of next Spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perfect celebration of seasonal change in nature all around. Thanks, Dominic. Enjoyed reading the poem.
Rajinsh Manga