Autumn in Yaroslavl

I liked Autumn. It happens.
She and I became like a wealth of moments.
We know how to forgive those who forget us.
We accept guests. And we don't expect compliments.
We won't burn, but we will still warm
Black coffee nights, sun shy smile.
We are more and more sad, but less and less sorry.
We don't consider reckless days a mistake.
Getting used to it. that feelings are not torn by an avalanche.
And with a palette of foliage and lights, falling leaves,
They will quietly lie at the heart with a sigh and beat.
They will be there just to be there.
Autumn is also spring, but bolder and wiser.
A time of happiness that we will not miss.
Getting to know our world, we do not age at all.
And the roads and time are not a reason for sadness ..