Leaves deepen to orange ember
as twilight comes,
sky drifts to smother the day,
swaddling memories in soft pink clouds.
Neon lights flicker, illuminating
windless trees, standing crooked.
Evening song edges towards the night.
A brilliant display of thought, and composition! Excellent write. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hi......so beautifully written, i could almost see the colours of autmn, through your eyes......ritty