The air is so clear
And pungent odour of leaves...
Throughout bright - yellow fair
Audacious glitter trees.
Who called you, my auntie autumn,
Old shabby and ugly crutch?
He may be in summer 've bought
Umbrella with bit of smutch.
The sky is so deep and blue ,
In mornings - the riddle of frost ..
My Autumn , my lucid-eye dude.
You're waiting for the winter gloss!