Autumn Poem by snejana novosedlova

Summer sun already asleep,
But what is strange that the trees covered with fire
With bright red fire out of leaves,
As if they where full of love and desire.

But too bad, that look isn’t true
Lonely rain have been crying all night,
Heavy clouds were floating above
Putting pressure with all their might.

Summer sun already asleep,
But what is strange that the trees covered with fire
Violent, cruel, strong, mean wind,
Tear the warm colors with great wicked admire.