The leaves are falling on the ground –
Autumn is in.
Here it a shelter found,
But it isn’t dream:
The strong wind is blowing,
Almost all time it’s rain,
The flowers are no more
And grey birds are flying away.
But leaves are scarlet and gold,
It warms us from the cold,
So calmly limpid sky,
That eager fly and fly,
At last the first snow falling –
The lovely time is coming!
Autumn
© Copyright: Сазонова Юля, 2006
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