Autumn's die is cast
Down the face of the brick blockade
Autumn rain falls in a rampant cascade
Dispersing leaf from plants that climb
Removing centuries of dirt and grime.
Like boisterous boys at war with conker
The thunderous sky stoops to conquer
Swinging her clouds on a piece of string
Hoping they'll clash to toll and ring
Mourning sleep to the noisy sky
An angry wind in plaintive cry
Deprives the trees of clasping leaf
In a ferocious temper, beyond belief.
Then calm descends, relief at last
As Autumn's die is firmly cast
Clouds melt into a sky of blue
As Cally bids its Summer adieu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem