Autumnal Picture

Autumnal day – like a forgotten coin,
like tangled earring in cobweb – early haze.
Beneath the oak some rusty sadness growing
in pile of chrysanthemum – crispy maze.

Two tiny horns of grass shoot up the echo,
a lonely sparrow dripping leaves of birch.
A ruby rooster breaking silent second…
And fogs like souls lost in the night emerge...

Red hills like copper – under sunny hammer
and glassy rivers – tears from the sky.
Late leafy breeze – a breathless summer runner –
September’s cloudy whisper for good bye…


Translated by Zdravka Vladova-Momcheva