Crimean Fall weaves rainy lace,
The winds are blowing day by day,
Already feeble sunrise ray
Breaks hardly through the morning haze.
The velvet season is just over,
Resorts throw off the sparkling husk,
No blazing bills in falling dusk,
Only the sea and gulls to hover.
A lot of waves with foamy crest
Keep rolling in the stormy blue
As though hope ashore to clew
And find at last long-waited rest.
Small bush to stick at rocky bluff
Has flushed all over with red hips
Attracting as the shining chips
Among the fully faded buff.
It often clouds here and rains,
Cold mist crawls down from the rifts,
Fall has presented all her gifts,
It"s time to fly away for cranes.
The Crimea, 2007
Crimean Fall
© Copyright: Евгений Гордон, 2011
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