All the autumn flowers
are now into falling,
for dimmed on hours
of winter are calling.
Lifetimes is ongoing
in dreams and realities,
with frost soon glowing
on windows and the trees.
Here in days, I am staying
with times going on,
as songs, I am playing
that never is really done.
And my heart is on beating
in this wintery game,
as season are treating
life eternally flame.
All the autumn's shading
to winter dark ways,
for the hours are aiding
in colors and in grays.
So much beauty outside
in nature and life,
through moments now glide
in their variation rife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The cold is starting to come through now, a great poem.