Down comes the dry leaves’ shower,
As the cool wind blows.
And the night becomes darker,
As economical the sun goes.
Silence guards the streets;
The trees stand still;
And the houses present here,
Keep gazing at each other.
Reflection I can see,
Of the crescent moon;
And hear the star’s glee,
As they sing to winter’s tune.
The owl hoots sometimes;
And twinkles the fireflies;
Louder the frogs croak,
As if in choked throat.
And a cup of coffee,
Keeps me warm,
As I enjoy the chilly weather,
With my winter-wears on.
Meanwhile the scudding cloud,
Covers up the entire sky;
Soon the rain showers begun,
With the tip-top sound rising high.
It is now past midnight,
So I return to my room;
Going to bed, having put out the light,
I wish to have a sweet dream soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem