The Great North's new stinging air
blowing in clean, crisp, and clear
A multitude of leaves dropp down
to help cushion the fall season
Farmers begin to gather straw
Flying south geese honk along
Trees change into Autumn garb
performing their brilliant show
before becoming naked to us all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good, good. You must read my -Frost Flowers - Adeline