The color of my mood is autumn.

It’s high time to write a poem…

The sights are marvelous and amazing.

Some trees are just blazing.

Like an artist the nature paints.

Little by little the warmth faints.

 The trees are razing their leaves,

More often the weather deceives.

Guess, what could you impress?

When autumn weaves a colorful dress!

What frightens us in a fall?

First of all a sound of winter’s call.

What is special in autumn’s attraction?

It’s the time of thoughts and reflection.

More often rains knock at my window.

The golden season has already come,

But you don’t hear the bird’s alarm.

There are rare rays of the sun.

The first frost has already begun.

Something quiet and sad is in my soul

Everything in nature is going to sleep.

And I can only bitterly weep. )))))

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

17^th of October, 2018