Summers hot,
exciting, busy;
a feast of
sun and breeze,
barbecues, parks,
flowers, trees,
beaches, vacations,
moonlight walks.
Autumn relief,
slower paced time of change.
Warm breezes become chilling winds
erasing, blowing away the colors.
A season fades,
bows to gray days of winter;
storms wash away the yesterdays.
Earth renewed; slumbering
beneath blankets of snow and ice,
will re-awaken, expectant in spring;
both man and nature
eager for summer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem