I wish I could forget about your smiling face

[angliholic]

While I'm standing alone in a wood,
suddenly there comes a great wind, blowing the falling leaves
here and there, and leaving my heart in a mess.

I hope the wind will stop in no time
so that I can see you clearly again in my mind's eye
on this late autumn afternoon.

Perhaps, it will keep blowing until the floating leaves
turn into colorful raindrops and mist my eyes.

If so, then I wish
I could forget about your smiling face
and concentrate on taking in the gorgeous scenery.

[hillwalker]

Someone has already mentioned how you seem to romanticise nature with a personal touch, as if indeed there is one particular person all your poems are intended for.

This is another delicately drawn sketch of the writer seeing his love where he least expects to... and mostof us can share that feeling.

I might quibble (since I always do) at L3 'leaving my heart in a mess' for two reasons -

'falling leaves' at the end of L2 and 'leaving' in L3 are a bit too close for comfort...

and 'in a mess' is indeed a messy expression, not really signifying the turmoil or despair or anguish you presumably had in mind.

H