I see colors these are all around me.
Wind blowing through all the empty branches,
a promise of springs rebirth.
How the colors in the falling leaves embrace my heart in warmth,
as the chilly air drops it nips my nose.
Sun is now setting on beautiful mountain top trees,
casting long shadows near me.
Night is awakened within the sky and at last,
the moon rises to full capacity.
Soon awakens our winters freeze,
snow to be seen and shaped by tires and imagination.
Never the less I still want to see the colors again,
for autumn I wait and wait until I feel warm again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem