Sergey Vetrov

Autumn, like a cat, a red ball

Will curl up, doze off at your feet,

So much will remain for later

All that I could not give.

Autumn is cozy and so quiet

How long before winter ...

In dreams of her tender fur

We will wrap ourselves up

To meet tenderness at the edge of the nights,

Hear dawn through a dream

Know what we'll open by breaking the seal

The door behind which there is light.