Viburnum

I see Kalina - and immediately Shukshin
It will light up between the berries.
A huge bonfire to the heights of heaven -
Do not hide with your palm.

Kalina rocks on a red wing -
And the branches didn't weaken a bit! -
The cherished name of the one who is on Earth
I gave all my pain to a drop.

Only autumn will come - in crimson rays,
Under the cry of a crane wedge,
Burns immortally in the Russian forests
Viburnum, viburnum, viburnum ...
V. Smirnov