Decease… Death… Die…

I really love spring, when nature comes to life, when everything comes back to life. Everything around is filled with greenery and fresh aromas. Birds sing along with them, and you want to sing and rejoice, you want to be filled with energy and recharge from the surrounding sources.

However, even more I love summer, when a riot of various colors prevails, as if the artist mixed all the colors on his easel. It so inspires and pushes you to various crazy actions: you want to act, you want new achievements and inner feats, you want to open up and create.

Moreover, some are very fond of autumn and say that it brings peace, tranquility, inner composure, but for me it is quite the opposite: I do not like slush, cold, when it rains and there is no opportunity for latitude; it annoys and unbalances me, makes me nervous… Although, on the other hand, when it is a warm, dry autumn day outside and the sun is shining, and the wind is circling around you with yellow foliage, it takes you to the wonderland and yours dreams. And what time of the year do you like most of all, tell me?

Autumn

Autumn is the golden time,

When through darkness and storm,

You can see the blue-blue sky

If you look out the door.

Benches are standing alone,

After the pouring rain.

They said, there would be a cyclone,

But it’d chase that pain away.

Author of the poem: Anastasiia Shliakhova