Summer has played out

Summer has played out
With cornflowers in the field,
Warmed by the sun...
Good to go!

With swallows in the sky
Anthem poet of the dawn,
With the wind among the branches
Whisper in secret

With herbs, flowers
Played with dew,
Above the river with willow
braided,

Cheeks flushed
Scarlet poppies...
And Autumn appeared -
They cried in the rain.

(V. Davydova, 09.09.2008)