Flitting around the forest,
going further into it's dense foliage,
unafraid of what will be found there.
Announcing the arrival of animals,
coming to greet and ascend the ladder
of beginning times in unending themes
of becoming times in unending rectitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do enjoy the forest, woods and copses, and love walking. Nice contemplative verse about nature. Nature is one of my best friends, and it is a joy to read and write about her, or him: p Thanks for reading my poem A Touch of Fall.