November winds blow
Bright leaves across my garden:
A colourful feast
For the eyes! Soon it will be
Time for winter's white,
Malignant silence. I sense
Its frozen whispers
Begin to haunt the cold air.
A well crafted poem.... Truly lovely and wonderful...5 stars*****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dominic a precursor poem to I was going to say of things to come but looking out my window these events have coldly arrived and taken hold, bleakly rooted and entrenched dare I say. Five stars and thank you. Time now to turn up the central heating. With poems like this you must have shares in British Gas.