Sad autumn day had powdered buildings’ roofs.
Little carved white snows were falling from the sky.
And streets had got a little better mood.
They looked on roads with drowsy windows’ eyes.
They looked for cars fast-moving on the way,
which had been wetted with fast-melting snows.
November sketched white lines on brown branches,
alighting trees lined up along home rows.
The painter dipped a brush into a cup
of an idle fountain of the empty square
to wash away white snow. A flock of doves
then flew high up being afraid of wet.
November rose the clear humid brush
and put it into a half-frozen pool.
The artist drew cold viscid brown puddle
along the road. There were lots of looms…
by Thea Ariss
14.11.2024/18.11.2024
Sad autumn day had powdered buildings roofs
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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