On the ornamental cherry the leaves
Hang oval and heavy,
Golden-green against the sun.
How lovely they are,
Like Muscat grapes awaiting harvest.
Perhaps a few days more they will stay
On the branches, enriching
This autumn's vintage.
Then October's winds will come
And they will drift, singly
Or by the dozen, to the ground.
To lie, glory over.
Except a girl will come to sweep them
And gather armfuls, then fling
Them high - letting them shower
Around her like fountains of Sauternes.
She will rejoice in their goldenness.
Copyright 2012
the last stanza is so poignant and heart warming! a great poem, Susy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I was a boy, me and my mates, in autumn, would walk along the pavement, kicking the fallen leaves as high as we could. I can't kick them as high now though. This poem brought back that random memory for me.