October

And the sky was breathing in October,
and didn’t even think about winter.
Cold wind? Well, let!
It will only slightly dispel the sadness.

And the fact that he is yellow foliage
will tear off from drooping branches,
so this is, in essence, a trifle.
Like a seasoned Siberian,

I see no reason to doubt
to favor without traits of affectation:
in the wonderful autumn of wealth
much more than deceit.