Blest harvest time's here
orchard trees, covered in red
Candy apple sun
A cool wind goes by briskly
and soon stars are in my eyes
Wild fruit, ripe and sweet
falls in shadows of summer
crisp, shiny and rich
and when the sun sets so red
traces of the hue linger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True beauty like the autumn season Bravo!
Thank you for the smiles your words bring.