Bright heather blooms, reminding, that it's autumn.
The flame of plants strikes heart by magic tones.
They graduate from pale-pink to purple,
laying on earth beneath quite wide trees domes.
The evening sun strokes the bright heather feathers,
slipping through branches of the half-golden plums.
The rays touch plants and light fills heavy air.
This light makes little warmer darkish sight.
The flowers are so small, that it isn't easy
to descry everyone in this bright mass.
Small fluffy beads will have this pretty image
until light frosts of the December days.
The warmth won't leave the Northern lands this Autumn.
And nature's muddled up by this soft warmth.
There is the wish it'll stay a little longer,
postponing drawing near wasteful cold.
by Thea Ariss
21.09.2026-22.09.2026
Bright heather blooms, reminding, that it s autumn
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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