The Arrival of Autumn
The autumn has come from fogs.
She lowered on a white cloud,
but has waved a scarf of red.
The flock of cranes flew up and away.
Autumn smiled.
The forests sparkle with gold,
Autumn rocked her shoulders,
And leaves scattered with a crunch
Along the ground - gold carpets!
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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