It's autumn on Oak Avenue,
Sing birds so blue.
Summer has gone,
They'll fly with dawn.
Other tangerine suns entice-
Green paradise!
Azure skies call,
Come leave it all!
For life is about variance,
Time's radiance,
Like painted skies,
At the sunrise.
Great Farewell note to the going season and singing bird. Liked the flow.5*****
It could be the first stanza is out place. It is autumn there, but in other places is not. Is this to be taken literary or metaphorically? Explanation needed to judge this poem correctly.?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it has great strength