listen to the fallen leaves wind whisper rustle
warm dry blankets of colour flame leaves rustle
carpet the ground with rustle whispering warmth
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
I can see the Autum leaves carpeting all around, splashing splended colour on the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read the poem as if hearing the whispering wind and rustling leaves... Very soothing and beautiful. Thanks for the nice poem!