Winter is on the doorstep

Delight! .. and decay ... amid the colors of the masquerade
Autumn leaves with gold losses,
In exquisite rags of falling leaves
She humbly closes the door.

The absurdity of meetings gives way to loss
The uselessness of words is an insight in the stanza.
In the autumn park, memory is embraced
Rowan bonfires Auto da-Fe ...

A leaden day will fill with fatigue
Crying clouds ... farewell rains ...
The last leaf, breaking off, will remember the Sun.
Refrain awareness - "Leave ..."

And the morning gets stuck in the milky air,
Frost drops frost on the bushes -
Into a frozen world, pure and pure,
Winter's Soul descended from the height ...

The earth will sigh sadly and gratefully
He will fall asleep under the blanket of snow ...
And a girl with a radiant smile
The sparkling snow will shake off the palms ...

Krasovskaya Tatiana