Parting the tender way for Winter,
tan blades of crunchy grass kneel,
succumbing to the crisp breeze,
dividing the line of old and new.
Against airy, snow filled clouds,
raucous flocks prepare their exodus,
leaving behind vacant homes of summer
in naked bending branches of oaks.
Laughter fills the cool afternoon air,
the song of innocent children playing;
yesterday passes - today promises
rainbow leaves in heaps to throw about.
Squirrels don their wooly hazel coats,
watching attentively from fissures above;
their acorns stored away in neat clusters.
Unclothed trees cast skeletal shadows,
as a single leaf holds on for dear life.
http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4586493 (with picture)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
every lines shares something to ponder about, fine composition as illustrated.