Late November Night
Listen to all around you
the faint sounds of night
may be brittle or faint
like the all allusive ghost
as the leaves, have been frost
bitten, as they break and
fall to the whitened ground
beneath your soft trodden
steps on this late November Night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely written..................................
Thank you Matthew for your comment on this poem of mine.