The autumn is in the leaves,
in the gestures of people,
when trees are already standing as skeletons,
the autumn is bringing pain
when the winter appears,
the stormy wind blows doors close
with spots of sun splashing down,
stripped trees are in their bark,
lonely I walk in the lane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the image is fantastic, the poem is metapharical, trees, skeleton , storm, door close etc can taken as symbol -oblique -language -