I AUTUMN...

By Yasen Vedrin

(A Potion of Sighs)

I autumn... Don't ask me for answers or why...

I am seasonally bound, it appears.

And a rainbow of leaf-fall is filling my eye,

And its magic is yours through the years.

I autumn... Subjected to rains of old traces,

Of days gone by, not to forget.

And a drizzling sky recites rhymes in my spaces

Of how green turns to yellow and wet.

I autumn... And within its wise, cyclical spinning,

The world covers me with its shade.

I am tired of youth in my dreams from beginning.

Perhaps old age is happily made.

I autumn... A silver bloom chases my track

From a radiant summer, now cold.

Embrace me! For life is a yearning turned back —

To transform all our silver to gold.

I autumn... Don't ask me for answers or why...

A gilded Yesenin, perhaps, in my soul...

And a barely perceived, subtle grief wanders by,

Making senses shed tears for the whole.