On foot of bareness
I walked passed you
As the autumnal wind
Blow over every thing.
Not so harsh, it's blow
Yet, every leaf on the tree
Chose to lay its life
Gently swaying in its arm,
Leaving bare the parent house
As if abandoned for years
No more efficient enough
To harbour their nests.
Donning the balded ugly look
She stood there straight as she shook
Every little life she bore on herself
As the autumnal hand advanced herself.
Never giving up hope
Bore every plunge
Autumnal swipe bring
On nature it touched.
Standing straight,
In patient wait,
For the spring to come back
Sprouting green back on track.
O spring! O spring!
Where have you been
Standing still and stout herein
I desired nothing, but your wing.
Walk off autumn
With your ebb weak
The spring shines back
As she reigns with calm.
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Your imagery is lovely as always, and this beauty of a poem is so nice to be reading, while we are in the middle of a big melt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply beautiful.....thank u...