in a silent forest far away
an autumn breeze stirs the trees
I see no human mark
as if no man has passed this way
the world is cloaked
in grays and browns
the sun is going down
and now someone has lit the fire
I smell the smoke
it calls me back to camp
but I will look just one last time
into the shadowed night
then turn to greet the darkness
to find the camp house light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully presented the sense one sensitive soul has in a silent forest.