The crimson sunset, the drafting of autumn abounds
the paleness in the leaves, the mellowness in the bustle
A sedate distinction exceeds the tussle in the earthly pleat.
A serene immunity engulfs the horizon of the sky.
Silence invades the panorama that glooms leisurely
Slipping into the mood of bewilderment,
The canvas of lavender, the smudge of pink
The blots of scarlet, the theme of orange
The brush, it brings to light the Artist's grandiosity
The crypt of the sun, the poise of a spectacle astounds
The artisans in allure, and the partisans in galore
A visceral dexterity enthralls the plight of the terrene meat.
A vintage ingenuity entails the purview to submerge.
Succumb to the wails of an audience, for the sun hails farewell
Scuttling inside the dyes of fascination,
The wooliness inside the wool like clouds,
The desolation at the auburn parks,
The blush, it supersedes a rather ominous life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Neat impressions....I invite you to check out a couple of my poems, Joe's Camp, A Brook and Drift up. Ciao!