It comes and unfolds
Sometimes quietly
Over soft rain falling
Blessing the dry fields
Left by the hot summer
Burning lands near and farther.
It brings mornings
Of a sky grey or blue
Painted by artists
In rolling thick clouds
Or bright mild sunshine
Warming our heart anew.
It invites to reflection
Along with hard work, action
It embellishes the orchards
With ripe golden pieces of fruit
Sweetly perfuming the air-
We're silent before a sky fair!
October,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Autumn images are well expressed! Beautiful!