Autumn blossoms deep in shades and hues,
The last farewell of nature's dying art;
Autumn whispers soft in gentle cues,
The final words of love before we part.
We walk along the paths of fallen leaves,
We hold each other close in fading light;
We know the time is short, and nothing cleaves
The bond we share, the warmth we feel tonight.
But soon the winter comes, and all is cold,
The flowers and the trees are bare and still;
The sun is dim, and we are growing old,
The frost is on the window and the sill.
And yet we hope, and yet we do not fear,
For spring will come again, and we'll be here.
One of the best poems on autumn I have read recently. Beautifully rhymed. Loved it. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The assurance the poet gives. Beautiful treat on the chosen theme. Excellent piece