On the deserted shore

On the deserted shore, on the old gray stones The
autumn sun fell tenderly and farewell.
Greedy waves rush on dark stones
And the sun is washed into the cold blue sea.
And the copper leaves of the trees, torn off by the autumn wind,
Flash through the foam of the surf.

The substance of autumn leaves has dried up
And the earth is covered all over. In the distance
On four legs, a large creature
Goes, bellowing, into a foggy village.
Bull, bull! Are you not a king anymore?
The maple leaf reminds us of amber.

Rotating a round eye from under the eyelids,
A large bird flies below.
A person is felt in her movement.
At least it lurks
In its embryo between two wide wings.
The beetle opened the house between the leaves.

The beetle opened the house between the leaves and opened its
horns, peeking out, the
Beetle dug up different roots for itself
And puts it in a pile,
Then blows its small horn
And again hides like a little god.

But then evening comes. Everything that was clean,
Spatial, luminous, dry -
Everything became gray, unpleasant, hazy,
Indistinguishable. The wind drives the smoke,
Rotates the air, piles down the leaves
And blows up the top of the earth with gunpowder.


And all nature begins to freeze.
A maple leaf, like copper,
Rings, hitting a small twig.
And we must understand that this is the icon
that nature sends us, having
entered another season of the year.