All detached leaves depart
hopelessly meandering
down to a soil they fear
Solitude of those half-rotten
searing in late summer's heat
separately indulging in
a lush past unforgotten
rippled by the Mistral's breathing beat
['Autumnal Elegy' by Alyx True Edge,2024]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Deciduous trees wear their most colourful attire in Autumn and they renew themselves as Winter passes and Spring springs
Yess the deciduous trees are a blessing. I was completely stunned to see images of the 'Indian Summer' phenomenon in the northeastern forests of the US. Autumn remains my favourite time of the year, the last blast of energy before sleep and death.