This autumn is so sweet,

it gives me so many presents,

this autumn is my best award,

this autumn is my golden lord.

I am lost in this warm September,

my love looks like ember,

but only with tender touch

it turns into a fire and burns much.

May be it’s my last flight,

so, I will hold it very tight.

I will not wait for the spring,

I would love in this autumn to sing.

This autumn is so lucky and crazy,

my lord calls me “my daisy”,

my lord calls me “my dove”.

Thank you my crazy September love.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)