In the last rays

Autumn is sad in mournful silence.
The forest is majestic, decorated with gold.
Crystal tears flicker dimly,
rain falling sadly in it.

Smells like smoke from the fire, sweetish.
The thin branches of bird cherry trees are black.
I feel guilty about something
slightly immersed in autumn dreams.

In them: beauty and harmony are hidden.
They cannot be understood without suffering, without tears.
Autumn languid colors are spilled -
onto the canvas of unsolved dreams.