Our September

Dedecated to my American friend, UrsulaT.Gibson -------------------------------------------------------------------- Today Summer leaves St.Petersburg. August has already prepared the suitcases. His plane will depart after 12 hours of night. At the same time other plane will land in my city. Autumn will arrive in it. Heads of trees still have their magnificent green curls, There are many flowers still on my balcony. But the sun is no longer tender, But rain already cries beyond the window. Tomorrow September will knock on our doors. What he will be? Gentle and fine? Or cool and sad? But somewhere in far California you, my friend, continue to enjoy warm summer. Your roses are blossoming, Your cats lie in the shadows and converse with you. At night the stars guard your dreams. Several years ago I did not know that there is such beautiful name, Ursula. Now this name is present every day In my letters, thoughts and poems. Dear Friend! Look at the night sky. You will see a small star and will understand, This is my soul has arrived to tell to you "Hi! " While I sleep. Hi, Ursula! I hope, that this autumn will be our friend And will bring us both good luck!