If I look very broad,
I am on the road.
I did not reach the winter faze,
I am spending time in a different maze.
I will not take the race
To get to the destination place.
Not yet, not at all.
Currently, I am fall.
Life, please bless,
And keep me out of the mess.
I am not in a hurry to run in it.
First, I must, I have to learn about it.
Obviously, I passed my summer time.
It was generous, kind, and fine.
Everybody needs time to grow
From the first row.
Since summer, I forestall.
Now, I am fall.
I stocked between summer and winter,
And within every autumn I am getting brighter.
Red, yellow, crimson
It is the fall season.
Ida Tomshinsky, October