Gone are the leaves
as is their right!
shrivelled and wizened
they fly from our sight.
Last year's golden foliage
refuses to stay...
how kind is the breeze
that sweeps it away.
Blue sky now gleams
on calm-flowing streams
as we wave goodbye
to the top-heavy trees.
'Fall' takes her bow
for another long year;
Christmas is calling
December is here.
Autumn's farewell
brings sadness our way
but the festive season
will cheer every day.
'Hope springs eternal'
with Christmas in view;
and how kind the voice
singing carols for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem