The spring is certainly beautiful

Though sometimes impatient.

She can be even untrustful.

But she can never be ancient.

 

 

When Autumn is an older lady.

She is wise and values the past.

Her views are always steady.

She knows that years run fast.

 

 

The autumn wakes up early in the morning

Sometimes she likes walking on dew.

She looks, compared with youth, boring

When she watches the fallen leaves with you.

 

 

She opens a wardrobe with colorful dresses,

She chooses one to dance the blues.

Comparing herself with young lasses

She is not afraid of her dresses to lose.

 

 

Autumn is not going to compete with spring.

After all, she knows its meaning.

Love is more suitable for young lasses,

A whim of a soul in new colorful dresses.

 

 

But the love of an autumn lady

Tastes like honey and looks like a flower

Which has its autumn power

Waiting for her hour and being a vower.

 

 

Only peace and calmness are in her soul.

She accepts the world as a whole.

No need for many words to explain

What is the secondary or what is the main?

 

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska