Under the apple tree
in fall, eating
rubies the size of her palm.
Leaves falling on to her
lap, autumn rain falling on to
her hair, sweeping her face gently.
The intricacy of her blouse
is breathtaking; the day is
stunned by the simplicity of red silk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this is among your best (of those of yours I've read anyway) . It presents a very vivid (and very red) image that lingers. Good job.