I admire
autumn’s palette.
It has absorbed the best of all seasons.
Autumn inspires
like music and ballet-
To love it one of the reasons.
Autumn is capricious fashionista-
The variety of colors and different shapes.
And the rain cries,
That gave us a smile of sunny days.
Autumn's a talented artist,
Overall's only one of her works.
Trees in colorful robes, alleys in gold-
All's her tricks.
But a moment – and the sky clouded gray veil,
Land's irrigated by the November rain.
Silver threads run through the air,
Cold drops drumming on the roof...
But the rain runs out,
And nature calms down.
The trees are in diamond,
All returns back now.
My autumn
© Copyright: Кира Мель, 2013
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Dear Kira, very nice poem! I like it! The autumn is my favorite and the most lovely season of the year. Thank you a lot!
Михаил Сахоненко 26.06.2016 18:23 • Заявить о нарушении
Михаил Сахоненко 26.06.2016 18:23 • Заявить о нарушении