Days are getting shorter nights
are getting longer, the skies are
starting to fill the air with a chill
Gallently the birds are flocking thier
final fairwell, the hills are now losing
their color of life, but preparing for
the hues that bring thier world to
its final destination
Pumpkins are now starting to replace
the rose bushes the dainty pedals know
there is no longer any rebirth, the pumkin
is in harvest, time to move and give way
to the newcoming season, and say goodby
to the mellow air and warm breeze of summer......
Beautiful poem of the changing of the seasons. I can just see the way you describe it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem as always Bonnie, beautiful imagery and wonderfully portrayed. Love, Andrew x