Autumn with Love

The wild winds and leaves, falling on earth,
Carry the autumn's nasty weather.
A sparrow hops and so sadly chirrs
Among the purple fading heather.
Now the heavy rains in every woods
Satisfy mushroom pickers' desire.
And I would put on my rubber boots,
To roam with my love, and make a fire.

Farmers are proud of their ripe fields,
Kids go to schools to get the knowledge.
I like to observe when my love builds
The warm tent from boughs and foliage.
We'll live together in autumn's wealth,
So much does it bestow to our pair:
The pretty sadness; and hazy dells,
And motley verses, and dull, pensive air.

Thus, all the people find their own nooks
To delight themselves with autumn care.
Some find quiet parks for reading books,
Some like home shawls, some walk everywhere.
Only my love and I give the start
To the autumn in our dominion:
Each with childish soul and fairy heart,
And unique poetic opinion.

My love, dear, autumn night is so clear,
Moon sinks in clouds' fleece, seems at a loss,
The stars shine, shy in line, as they hear
The heaven verse of seasons' divorce.
Let's wander along ways that amaze:
'Neath bony boughs, feigningly moaning,
Lanterns with their light that weary sways,
To enjoy might of autumn's yearning.

We're walking, and thoughtfully talking,
Words are benign stupor, each whooper
Flaps his wings that means they are flocking,
In the barrels, made by a cooper,
Fruits are ready already for wine;
We don't need to heed just autumn's call,
As we live to give ours all so fine.
My love, I'm not your dove overall,
All, that came to us, was from above,
I've never written of you before—
This verse of yours is the first at all.
You are here with me in every line
About our dine during the leaf fall…
What we recall enough—is a lore!..
Yet autumn's like a forgotten love!

August-1-5 October, 2026

Painting by Sergei Vinogradov: “Walk in the Autumn Forest” (also “Walk in the Forest in Autumn”), appr. 1900. Source: stydiai.ru