Marianne Solomko. (№ 359266)

Are heavy gardens
The last apples and pears,
Fell off a festive ruffle -
The leaves on the water surface.
A little Apple blush -
And feel it in the dumb thread
The handshake November,
And talk together about the wind
About rootlessness shower,
On the impossibility of excess.
And to hear that somewhere a bunch of pears
Alarming beating on the gate.