Autumn is everywhere
felt in each day’s chill;
seen in fading landscapes
through my valley, across the hills.
Summer grows tired and ready to fly away;
so are they, honking old familiar farewells.
Their formations dot the fall skies;
and stirs this deep envy in me.
Some creatures always seem to know
when and where they are going;
and how to find their way back home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem