Trees threw small yellow leaves
and evening greyish mist
was covering the earth.
A lot of fire elves –
the autumn faithful slaves
returned with her from north.
They rode a big red lynx
and sang long jingling sings
to blue tit’s clear whistle.
Frost played to them sad jazz.
Small birds couldn’t simply stay
and jumped among trees leaves.
High birches burned like big candles
beneath a misty veil.
They stood with long sleeves down.
Gold leaves fell with soft rustle
and counted autumn time,
collecting motley rugs.
The forest fell asleep.
The elves ended up trips,
returning to small huts.
Cold wind was spreading sings
on weightless airy wings.
All had a rest at night.
by Thea Ariss
24.09.24/25.09.24
Lullaby of the forest. The Kingdom of Mists
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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