Autumn is a short but vibrant time of year when nature prepares for winter sleep. The days become cooler, the leaves change color, and the air fills with a special aroma. These days, it's especially pleasant to observe these quiet changes, listen to the rustle of leaves underfoot, and sense the approach of peace. These short poems are small glimpses into the autumn mood, an attempt to convey the beauty and melancholy of this time.<\/p>\n
\nA leaf has fallen from a tree, twirling timidly in the air. Autumn sends its farewell whistle, the sun shines faintly.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn rain<\/h2>\n
\nThe rain falls quietly outside the window, flowing down like a gray sheet. Autumn has entered its home, and nature is freezing.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWithering<\/h2>\n
\nThe garden empties day by day, the flowers bow their heads. Autumn rules over it all, and hides the silken threads of summer.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn wind<\/h2>\n
\nThe wind drives the leaves into the distance, Howling a song of sadness. Autumn is the sadness of time, In it there is both silence and desolation.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRowan<\/h2>\n
\nThe red rowan berries are ablaze, shining in the cold air. Autumn generously bestows upon us the bright, wondrous colors of paradise.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFog<\/h2>\n
\nA low fog hangs over the river, the sun is hidden in a white shroud. Autumn is a quiet hurricane, in a gentle and timid haze.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMushrooms<\/h2>\n
\nIt's time to look for mushrooms in the forest, They're hidden under the leaves. Autumn is full of generosity, Its gifts are not forgotten.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nCranes<\/h2>\n
\nThe cranes fly to a distant land, stretching in a line towards the south. Autumn looks after them sadly, begging for the sun to appear.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAn empty park<\/h2>\n
\nThe square is empty, quiet and silent, only the rustling underfoot. Autumn enters every home, with a slight sadness and sorrow.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn day<\/h2>\n
\nThe sun shines through the leaves, the autumn day is quiet and clear. The breeze plays in reality, the air is beautifully calm.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe last flowers<\/h2>\n
\nThe asters are withering on the windowsill, Summer has passed, alas, irrevocably. Autumn gazes into the distance in the mist, And everything becomes clear.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn Garden<\/h2>\n
\nThe garden smells of apples, ripe fruits ripen on the branches. Autumn gives this treasure, and sweetly warms the summer.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nNovember<\/h2>\n
\nThe leaves are swirling and flying, a golden carpet is laid. Autumn quietly says that it's time to say goodbye.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe smell of a fire<\/h2>\n
\nThere's smoke in the air from the fire, Autumn smells so sweet. A quiet, gentle lesson brings us memories.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMorning in the autumn forest<\/h2>\n
\nThe sun barely shines into the forest, Fog creeps over the grass. Autumn speaks softly, Morning gives us peace.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn sadness<\/h2>\n
\nThere's sadness in the heart of autumn, Summer is gone, not returning. But there's a moral to this, Beauty will remain.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe Last Storm<\/h2>\n
\nThe last storm passed, and the sky became clearer, brighter. Autumn carried on its law, and everything around became different.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn River<\/h2>\n
\nThe river carries leaves with it, rushing to distant shores. Autumn, sometimes quiet, is lost forever in its river.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn evening<\/h2>\n
\nThe autumn evening has come, the shadows are long. I found peace in the silence, and my soul laughs.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn gold<\/h2>\n
\nThe trees glow with gold, Autumn blooms generously. At this time, everyone says how it inspires us.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Autumn is a short but vibrant time of year when nature prepares for winter sleep. The days become cooler, the leaves change color, and<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[83],"class_list":["post-79","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi","tag-korotkie-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=79"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":173733,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79\/revisions\/173733"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=79"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=79"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=79"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}