Tender leaves capture
chill of the morning dew;
weeps not for those living,
but for the passing of life
into winter’s icy slumber.
http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4571057
Yup! The icy slumber as both Dante and Ernest Becker help us to see is the big deal. Bill Grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have the panache.....what a poem! ! !