How gorgeous to watch
when leaves turn gold
And when they fall down
to give life once more
to the thirsty ground.
There is silence
in the fog that
darkens the roads.
The sky is black
painting signs of
the coming rain.
I watch autumn
from my window
and marvel at this change
when autumn turns
over the key to
the cold winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for your response, Liza. Nature is a good subject to write about.