Autumn is upon us.
Pure, cool air cleanses the senses like a tonic
With fresh husk in the early dawn breeze.
Crystal light gently warms the spirit
To awakening earths blessing of a new day.
Fallen leaves gather on the silky dew.
Golden, scarlet and orange their skin so fine,
Like a sea of beauty under the suns radiant smile.
Then, when the morning breeze gently sweeps,
There is life in the dying leaves of oak tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful one. Autumn is my favorite season