In my autumn retreat, by the bridge on
The river, I try to slowly compose
Modern odes to ancient beauty. Sad songs
Of October hover around me. The glow
Of candle light reminds me of old friends
Long gone. Outside my window, scattered leaves
Suggest lives that this season has condemned.
I am alone with my thoughts and my dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem