The last I am upon our tree
Once upon with friends before cold sleep
Now I wait, my turn to leave
To join them where' my friends now dream
Though a pleasant feeling comes
To watch the winter once Fall has gone
Sleep to dream as we must wait
Until Nature's love- Our Spring buds wake
(02/07/2024)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
though we're anticipating the arrival of spring at the moment, I did enjoy your autumn poem