First frost fears
Approach winter
Leaves uncharted
Single flight gliders
Return to earth
Staggered stages
Decay
Depression
Desolation
Destroys symmetry
Sympathy
Survives storms
No flowers for a summer that does not call.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I actually like this, and could feel the vision of every line. Nice job. I love the expression 'single flight gliders' as leaves are, and their described process. Nicel imagery.