I ate the last
of the tomatoes
from the garden
They were red-rich,
musky and metallic
Like a crisp bite
from the naked sun
It saddened me,
to see
The last of
summer's
zenith
fade into the yellowed Fall
and into the smothering grey
of winter
Leaving me
so solitary,
freezing within it all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice write......................................... Naila 👍 👍
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