The autumn leaves are falling, In shades of gold and red, A carpet soft and calling, Where memories are shed.
Each step upon the foliage, A crunch, a sound so sweet, The earth awaits in patience, For winter’s chill retreat.
- Jānis Akuraters
The autumn leaves are falling, In shades of gold and red, A carpet soft and calling, Where memories are shed.
Each step upon the foliage, A crunch, a sound so sweet, The earth awaits in patience, For winter’s chill retreat.