When autumn comes, it brings us rain.
It gives us dirt and clouds.
It brings all puddles here to stay
And wind to blow aloud.
It hides the sun and stops its shine.
It takes away the birds.
Uncovers trees from its divine
Through summer trembling shirts.
It lasts, however, not too long.
Though fall is wet and cold,
It covers earth with gentle fog
And dresses leaves in gold.
Inspires writers for their lines
And leaves us hope to find:
The birds come back, the sun still shines
In just two seasons time.
2006.09.21
Autumn
© Copyright: Марго Караханова, 2007
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