Autumn is a strange time. With all its colors and smells, the rattling sound in dying leafs and the mysterious mist in the mornings... Isn't it wonderful?
Can't help it. I had to write about it. The poem isn't new, but I think it is time to share it with equal minded.
I was not very successful in translating it into my native language, Swedish, but some good friends have translated it into other languages.
Isabel Rosen from Essen, Germany gave me the German version
I am very grateful for their help.
Hope you like it too.