Autumn whispers promises it cannot keep,
As sunshine tries to have just one more fling
With those frost-fearful, fading flowers
That still may dare to dance.
Autumn tells untruths about what is to come
As drifting drizzle hints of morning mist
And hazy, lazy afternoons
But fails to speak of rain.
Autumn lies about the cold that lies ahead
As, gently nipping like a terrier at play,
It hides the bulldog’s bitter teeth
Where winter stalks its prey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem