Autumn road

Autumn rises smoothly on the threshold

Her gilded dress is beautiful

Her gentle cool embrace

The wreath of leaves is delightful.



She sits silently by the window

And composes quivering lines

She is wise without falsehood, without hassle,

Not alone, but always alone.



I love her beautiful face so much,

I love her magic whisper so much

Rain her slightly muffled footfall,

And birds a farewell and hysterical cry.



Everything about her is clear, close and familiar,

But surprisingly by its simplicity,

Instills joy and peace into the soul

His blissful and sweet languor.



/ Larisa Kuzminskaya /