Mine is Autumn . And to pay tribute to the faded golden season i would like share with whoever reads these words , the lovely poem
Autumn Rain writen by the Polish Poet Leopold Staff
Autumn Rain
On windows the raindrops, the raindrops are knocking
Rhythmically, constantly, not ever stopping,
The autumn rain falling and tapping on pane…
Glass weeping… glass crying… the signs of the rain
And light, oh so gray, the colours is blocking…
On windows the raindrops, the raindrops are knocking…
The dreams, ghosts of evening ethereal and floating
The sun which could save them in vain they’ve been wanting…
Ahead they are marching through gray, foggy desert,
Ahead only unknown, ahead is their present…
