This September light,
Anticipates the solemn
Scatterings of autumn.
It underlines the last sighs
Of green murmurings.
Although it is fainter than
Summer's radiant
Splendour, it still offers
A glint of gold in
These darker, colder mornings.
Hot d a m n! ! You beat me to the punch here Dominic for I had some sketchy notes I was going to shape into a poem along the same themes of a sort. About the light and colour fading, whilst taking a break on a woodland bench in work. And I must admit yours is much more polished and refined than mine. With a different drawing conclusion. A full score though and well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And you see with better eyes than me.