Autumn leaves red ochre and sun golden
Gliding from the trees to a breeze
Nearer to a winter so embolden
Makes a shivering soul sneeze and wheeze
Meanwhile to bathe in this full splendor
As the zephyr chimes with the rhymes
Whether its October or September
Fall bequeaths a magical time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome rhyming n imagery, poetic n lovely to read of. I love to use the word zephyr so I like how u employed it so nicely. Kudos. Soo nice to read from u again. Pls do review comment my latest poem too, titled, saints and sinners/ordinary folks