History of one Window

Autumn evening

Brew me strong autumn tea
Plaid on the shoulders, evening at the door.
A quiet sorrow creeps into the house
Well, friend, let's be sad a little

Rain on the window beats the blues
The wind caught somewhere in the clouds.
Sad but brilliant union
Rain and autumn, never separate.

A swing creaks quietly in the yard.
Maple leaves fade away in puddles.
Fall the holy cradle
This evening shakes gently.

I will open the window and breathe in
The astringent air of rotten calm.
Autumn gives time to rest
And be alone with yourself.

Natalia Darovannaya