I watched the sun dance through the trees
Leaping and dancing
In the dying days of Autumn;
Dodging the cold and damp of winter...
As he stole silently across the land,
Seeking out her dying rays
With sinewy fingers.
I saw a tree aflame with red and gold
And as she danced upon it
I saw the jewels of morning dew,
Entwined in threads of silver...
Soon to be frozen.
I followed deer tracks on the earth,
Softened by the drenching rain
Into shady hollows...
Ferned and green
Against the darkened canopy.
I watched my breath follow where she danced,
Like smoke, twisting
In the gathering wind.
And I bid farewell to her
As she danced into the sunset....
Until Spring welcomes her home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem