Autumn. Such a magic place!
Open to every heart to amaze
With clearings of forest trails,
Peeped in lakes with pure grace.
Admiring the fabulous pictures
Of fairy-tale golden halls
Slender ashes, elms and aspens
We delight this beauty all.
The hoop of yellow graceful lime
Is like a crown on a bride!
A birch under a gorgeous veil
Looks like a virgin newlywed!
Brightly coloured leaves fly beneath
And cover all the ditches, pits…
The wings in yellow maple trees
Look like in gilded frames indeed.
September trees are very fair
And at dawn they stand in pairs
The gentle sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trace as a mark.
The leaves are twirling slowly
And falling gently down
And everyone can clearly feel
The rustling leaves around.
Sounds at the end of the lanes
Echo at a bluffy slope.
And the dawn of cherry shade
Autumn. Such an ancient nook
Of old books, clothes, weapons!
Where extremely severe cold
Scrolls through the treasure catalog.