Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy (September 5, 1817 – October 10, 1875 / Saint Petersburg)

Autumn 'tis! Our garden stands
Flowerless and bare,
Dizzy whirling yellow leaves
Fill the wind swept air.
Yet the distant mountain ash
In the vale below,
With our favorite berries red
Now begins to glow.
While with rapture and with pain