Fall Day
A quiet, cold and windy day,
just like today,
reminds me of my Russia.
Fall, with colors gold and red,
dances and delights,
and takes my mind to wistful flights
A day so full of scents and sights,
of dying summer nights
that stealthily slipped by.
Dearest season burning brightly,
touch me only lightly,
I love your lovely sister more.
By the time I turn around,
fully taste the fall,
the grounds will all about with snow.
The leaf that haply lived on high
with one last sigh
dons a dress of flashy red and faints.
One and all, they glide to sleep,
up-born by brisk breezes
before the world freezes till spring.
