AUTUMN COLORING

The fiery leaves of the maple

are floating smoothly over ground,

carried by the naughty wind

to depart with the sunset.

The sun does not want to leave,

the sky glows in ancient gold.

Above the amber pile of corn

my carroty kitten dreams.

The vines climb up the hill

with fragrant honey grapes.

I stared after the flocks of birds

and with them I fly above the planet.

To the scarlet sky, the life-giving sun,

among fruits, flowers and clouds -

I flow into the autumn aura

with a sparkling chrysanthemum on the ear.