October put trees dresses down.
They stood, uncovering black laces
of branches and sun big darken crown
dimmed down. There was not summer passion.
There was just a too weaken trace
of warmth, which tried to break through branches.
A town was completely cramped
in hands of cold. The sun came seldom.
Grey colours wrapped too narrow streets.
The town looked quite sad in silence.
The drizzling cold uneasy mist
had coated people, making private.
Sad morning splashed its greyish mood
with clock’s uneasy mournful sounds.
The people dark feet shuffling looms
were dashing on reluctant summits.
by Thea Ariss 11.10.2024
October put trees dresses down
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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