Autumn

The air is still transparent without rain,
And in the golden rays of the gardens and parks,
But gray parks spin the thread of time
And a yellow leaf shimmers among the branches.

So, slowly, autumn time
She did not indicate her arrival,
August turns smoothly into September,
Shifting into vector summer autumn.

The flower world faded and died down
Less and less colors, polyphonic notes,
Clouds float in the sky more and more often
And a sad verse tends to my notebook.