Autumn s Golden Blues

Autumn pours amber through the branches,
Gold-haired leaves catch fire as they fall.
Rowan rubies braid the hedges,
Diamond rain beads every birch tree tall.

Rain taps softly on the rooftops,
Knocks like fingers on the glass.
Day grows old and grumbles slowly,
Still it smiles when sunbeams pass.

With a playful heel, she keeps time,
Turning leaves beneath her feet.
Through the air, a velvet saxophone
Wraps the season in a bluesy beat.
Autumn, autumn, take your bow—
No borrowed springtime dress tonight.
You wear every year with wonder,
And you wear it right.

There is wisdom in her languid beauty,
A quiet fire beneath her gaze.
She needs no Maytime silk or roses,
She has learned the grace of changing days.

And she loves with open fingers,
Giving all before she goes:
One last kiss upon the forehead,
Soft as late September snow.

With a playful heel, she keeps time,
Turning leaves beneath her feet.
Through the air, a velvet saxophone
Wraps the season in a bluesy beat.
Autumn, autumn, take your bow—
No borrowed springtime dress tonight.
You wear every year with wonder,
And you wear it right.

She warms the rooms inside our hearts,
Prepares them for the winter cold.
Ah, how beautiful she is—
Noble, tender, brave, and gold.

Raise a glass of sunset for her,
Grey mist veiling every tree.
Autumn dances, wholly faithful,
Never anything but free.
With a playful heel, she keeps time,
Leaves like lanterns at her feet.
Autumn, autumn, stay a little—
Keep your golden blues with me.

Stay a little, golden season,
Dancing softly, wild and free.
Forever changing, forever herself—
Autumn, leave your song with me.

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This is an English adaptation of this song in Russian:

http://stihi.ru/2026/09/15/619