Friday evening, November 4,2022 at 8: 44 p.m.
Autumn blows in a blue wind, here and there,
again and again, in whichever direction this wind
listeth, the leaves of her trees scattering here and there;
her sails are rudderless. That's my guess; her season
has yet to prove otherwise; past time to quit her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem