The sky is blue
And the sun shines bright
Still the air is bitter cold
And the wind it bites
Through my coat
Chewing on my bones
I walk on regardless
~
Tress fall empty
As the birds take flight
Dead leaves paint paths
Which break under foot
A tapestry left behind
In a hurried journey
Quickly going nowhere
That doesn't offer warmth
~
The seasons come
And the seasons go
Each with their own traits
My current friend
My autumnal companion
Has a colour of it's own
A poetry if you will
~
Head bowed I carry on
My destination set in mind
So bare the bitter cold
And the biting wind
A life cannot wait
For another season
To change again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem