Here comes September

Here is September, coming, reassured
gloomy days inconsolable outcome.
The sky became tender, and soon,
escaped clouds round dance.

True, it became noticeably cooler,
the wind from the north sent
what will become more elegant in the district:
the birch forest became gilded.

From shame, rowan,
and the aspen tree did not lag behind them.
Poplar celebrated his name day,
and under the wind, almost, fell.

The grass in the clearings withered in a moment,
fog licks her in the morning.
And the earth, in its potholes-wounds,
hides what the hurricane brought.