Autumn Is The Air Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

Autumn Is The Air



Autumn knocks
at the summer's door
which doesn't want to open
and strong in its nice weather
still remains the Queen.
The day gets shorter,
the air is getting cooler,
colours grow dark,
the rain
is persistent,
the sky
more cloudy
but the Queen
doesn't surrender
its realm
and to the autumn
sends three gifts:
a swallow,
a rose,
a night of stars.

3.9.'10

Autumn Is The Air
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This image is a computer processing of my drawing “Portrait of Maria Aurilio”.
The original poem ('Autunno è nell'aria') is in Italian.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
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