Tomsk autumn

Now, autumn is finally coming,
with a colorful palette in hand.
And how an artist moves a brush
along a simple outline.

Under the good news the chimes ring,
when they glow purple
rowan brooding crowns,
and they will take you to a magical world.

When lemon clothes
will be worn: maples, poplars,
destroying fragile hopes,
ridiculous, as if joking.

Hope that summer will return,
back, with raspberry warmth,
that there is enough daylight for everyone:
now, and after, and then...