the days are shoter and colder,
wind and rain is bombing about paines.
I don’t like autumns.All trees, bushes are becoming naked loosing all the leaves.
They look sad.
And It makes me sad too.
I wrote the poem about it.
” SAD AUTUMN”
Behind the window
the wind howling goes mad
and it flogs with the rain whip.
And a flower on the balcony in a box,
fights about its life alone.
Though the trees are standing
deadly naked, I’m not crying,
They only enlarge the sadness,
and the same Autumn is coming, too
crying with drops of the rain,
So forces me to stay at home every day.
E.M. translated by E.M.
September 2021
