more and more bare branches,
leaves are falling, and
are rustling under legs.
morning fog,
is slowly spilling out.
and then wind, rain
and frightened, black birds,
somewhere are flying away
in panic, flapping wings.
tracks of the summer,
are disappearing
and until lasts the autumn,
it is necessary
to think about the winter.
if only it didn't surprise us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, charming and romantic poem. It is being read lightly and pleasantly. :)) I like it.