Autumn day

Alanne Kirill

Foliage intoxicates with the smell of the earth,
Lichen spreads on the walls.
Archangels in the sky cranes
They are trumpeting about the upcoming changes.

Cloudy ripples disturb the heart -
Sadness for the irrevocable and beloved.
Like cigarettes, lit September
Birch trees enjoying yellow smoke.

Dust in the park like a blind rain
Alleys sway in a shaky haze.
Hovering over the Peter and Paul spire -
Divine bow over a red violin.

And the reflections of the king's ships
Keeps the Neva, clinging to the parapets.
Soap leaves like amber
On wet shores with the Baltic wind.

Everything has mixed up: both color and sound,
And the walk seems endless.
Autumn-golden Petersburg
Sings like a music box.
Boris Orlov