The change is felt within, the breath is cooler.
A slightly drier breeze stirs the golden raintree.
Beyond my tropic home, the maples are ablaze.
Already northern frost brings the palm warbler.
But here in Florida, autumn is a state of mind.
The holidays are coming, the rituals of harvest.
An end to one more year has just begun.
The sunset on the gulf speaks softly and clearly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely depiction of autumn. Yes, autumn is a state of mind too. With falling leaves, hearts also sink a bit. Loved it.10
Thanks Nosheen. Autumn is very subtle in Florida but it still brings a sinking heart.