The autumn frosts couldn't be alas delayed* far.
The frail magnolia's lost copper leaves.
Thin brown branches, like hands of an old prayer**,
are raised high up to the sun's sliding beams.
It looks so beautiful despite its bareness.
Silk fluffy buds are gleaming in gold light,
hiding inside light-purple atlas petals
until warm spring, like in soft knitted mantles.
The beauty is so fragile to severe
hard shaking frosts, but there is urge to live.
There is one month before white northern winter.
One month's before, may be, eternal sleep.
by Thea Ariss
25.10.2025
delayed* - отложен
prayer** - молящийся
One month before the winter
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