One more week of October,
its 'bright blue weather';
one more week of apple cider,
one last plunge into 'Indian summer';
one more stalk of corn,
one more bloom of heather.
Soon it's dark; we're all alone,
so while we're still together
let's celebrate each season,
October's afloat like a feather,
celebrate, hold hands. cherish
this while we have together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem FALL really emphasizes the human dimension of the season, specifically, October. It's a long reach of arms to pull people together before the winter freeze separates them into little igloos of survival. Your summons is not one necessitated by physical survival; it's rather a moral summons to recognize the seasons still carry messages for us, and Fall's message is BE TOGETHER AND HAPPY. IT'S THE HUMANE WAY. (Have you seen my recent poem A FEW AUTUMN NOTES. I also scattered three Autumn poems in my narrative poem THE NEW LIFE IN SIX STAGES, which is 675 lines long! I was inspired this season.)