I desire to inquire about the trees;
why only when they turn gold do they fall?
Does pulchritude weigh upon them as a disease?
Amidst their peak why would they withdraw?
When autumn colors come in the breeze
they do so seem in their sway to call
unto me as they lie at my feet, and I lack the will to breathe.
- Samuel Richard Leonard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Description of Autumn with sharing of emotion brings nice imagery ahead in this poem. Having desire to inquire about the trees amazes mind and this poem mesmerizes a reader....10