Autumn uplifts her golden samovar
spilling amber across the maple trees.
Her hair flutters like flaming cinnabar
or soft skeins of silk in the morning breeze.
Her breath is a blossom of misty rain.
Her eyes are jade lanterns of willow green,
and her lips are kissed with a berry stain
or first blush of love in a virgin queen.
I see her shiver beneath glittered sleeves
as smokestacks rise into the early sky,
and prayer boats are made of fallen leaves
on a lake of tears that falls from her eye.
Thunderstruck am I on thoughts of levin.
Heaven on earth is autumn in heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem