Majesty Augustus

Majesty Augustus
I saved up some gold over the summer
Crumbled into a seed, delicious
Heated through the rays

No less striking and bright
In silks the petals fall
And juicy fermentation, roast
In the heat, ripens into fruits

In dried green leaves
The smell of aroma is fragrant
Sunflowers yellow brush
Leaned the back of the neck fluffy

Selfless recognition
As a king, spoiled from the heart
Filled with precious wine
And crowned with gold

It's getting closer to autumn
Everything is lighter and less weighty
Bloomed, not that it would survive
Majesty Augustus in languor ...

The poems were selected for this still life by Valentina Kolova herself.