From the sky they seem to fall
Just as whispers so often heard
I shall catch the ones I can
And the pile upon the ground
I will hold in my hand
I shall pile them together
And jump right in
These autumn leaves I lie within
Colored so bright
Yet dying
Drying
Within
Fallen from the trees
They drift away
A reminder of another day
Without destination
Whichever way the wind blows
That is the way
The autumn leaves go
I stare in silence
It's just a season
I suppose
As the season soon
Turns deathly cold
S.R.B.W.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful....where were u....up until now... very strong....placid tranquil lines that hummm like a trasformer deep indide....justice to poetry there loved it.... avery easy and natural style.....loved it cheers and....no questions, , , heres yer tenner