Golden Autumn
Golden Autumn
Autumn. A fabulous palace,
open for everyone to see.
Forest paths that
looked into the lakes.
As in an exhibition of paintings:
Halls, halls, halls, halls of
Elms, ash trees, aspens
In unprecedented gilding.
Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on the newlywed.
The face of a birch is under the
Wedding veil and transparent.
Buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.
Where the trees in September
At dawn stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can't step into the ravine
So that it does not become known to everyone:
So raging, every step,
Underfoot is a leaf of wood.
Where the cherry glue sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at the steep descent
And the dawn Cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.
Autumn. Ancient corner of
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where the catalog of treasures Turns
through the cold.