As Canadians in maple woods,
I would like, in immense New York,
To be lost in autumn's colors and moods,
Join the rhythm of nature's work,
Indistinguishable in the palette of fire,
To divert attention, to be never found
In the rustle of a demi-season prayer,
In the burning gold of this action ground..
Let me be only a part of the show
Carried by the stream of these days!
Human role, take a back seat, dissolve
In the air of autumn, in its dying grace!
5 January 2015
(Translation from Russian original: http://www.stihi.ru/2013/11/10/1064)