Valery Petrosyan. (№ 409243)

By morning exhausted by insomnia
sigh - not those, probably, waited,
fluttering with lemongrass butterfly
a leaf on a rain needle.
Aspens are painted with blush,
and the clouds gain weight,
quiet wrapped in fog
cold autumn forest.
From the whistle of the wind, the puddle wrinkles,
and you put everything on trial,
and yellowness sick grove
a week rushes into delirium.
Maple leaf with the palm of a twisted palm
ruffled the hair of the bush...
and someone in the fall
put everything in its place.