In Larisa Rubalskaya's poetry, autumn is not just a season but a state of mind, imbued with quiet sadness, memories, and a subtle sense of fleeting beauty. Her poems about autumn are melodies of decay, tinged with deep, rich tones. Rubalskaya masterfully conveys a sense of the fragility of the world, the fleeting nature of moments, and the inevitability of change, using simple yet expressive imagery. Her autumn landscapes always contain room for love, hope, and faith in the best, even when gloom reigns all around. These poems make one pause, reflect, and feel part of the eternal cycle of nature.
Autumn Waltz
The leaf spins like an old record, in its slow, farewell waltz. And the music of autumn is so muted that it can be heard only in the heart. The rain whispers of something unspoken, of a summer that will never return. And in memory – the bright, forgotten, and a sadness that quietly ignites in the soul.
Late rose
A late rose stands still in the garden, barely touched by autumn mist. It's as if time has stood still, and the fairy tale has unhurriedly continued. It fears not the cold dawns, nor the wind that tears from the heavens. In its petals are reflections of summer, and the secrets of bygone wonders.
Autumn Blues
The rain outside plays autumn blues, across the keys of wet roofs and roads. And in this melody, slightly haughty, one can hear a longing for bygone years, for bygone thresholds. The leaves, like notes, swirl in a waltz, and the wind picks up the tune. And the heart, like an old gramophone, holds within itself the echo of times gone by.
Yellow envelope
A yellow envelope fell from the maple tree, a letter without an address or words. It holds the scent of faded summer, and the whisper of autumn winds. I unfold it carefully, hoping to find an answer. But it contains only foliage and a disturbing sadness, and an echo of years gone by.
Autumn Garden
The autumn garden is quiet and peaceful, with only the leaves rustling faintly underfoot. And it seems the world has frozen in its beauty, in anticipation of winter sleep. Here, every bush, every branch holds memories of summer, of the sun, of the days gone by. And in this sadness there is something familiar, something that touches the soul like a quiet song.
Farewell to summer
Farewell to summer is a quiet sadness, the reflection of days gone by in the eyes. And it seems that all the good things will remain in memory, like a bright dream. But autumn arrives with new colors, with the scent of apples and wet rain. And in this sadness there is something beautiful, which gives hope for the days to come.
Autumn Etude
A tawny sadness spills over the fields, A sadness frozen in the crimson trees. An autumnal sketch, like a quiet fairy tale, Is filled with farewell colors into the distance. And the wind, like an artist's brush, boldly Draws patterns on the wet earth. And the heart, like a leaf, quietly, tenderly, timidly, Swirls in the magical autumnal haze.
Autumn letters
Autumn letters fly from nowhere, On the wings of rain and farewell winds. In them is the whisper of leaves and longing for you, And memories of warm, happy days. I will read them, breathing in sadness, And believe that summer will return again. But autumn, like a wise, quiet distance, Knows how to give both sadness and hope.
The last ray
The last ray of sun broke through the clouds, illuminating the autumn landscape with gold. And in that moment, all the cold and darkness that reigned around was forgotten. But soon this last ray will fade, and night will descend upon the earth like a shadow. And only in the soul, like a cherished flame, will the memory of a summer day remain.
Autumn Dream
In an autumn dream I see a garden, Where the leaves dance in silence. And I hear a gentle alarm, Which the wind whispers to me in the wilderness. There, roses bloom in crimson, And apples ripen in the garden. And the heart sings in ecstasy, Of the summer that was in delirium.
Autumn rain
Autumn rain taps on the glass, painting patterns of sadness. And in this melody, as in paradise, I see vanished distances. It whispers of something forgotten, of summer, of sun, of days. And the heart, like a leaf, forgotten, swirls in the autumn winds.
Crimson sunset
The crimson sunset fades in the distance, cloaking the autumn landscape in gold. And in this final, farewell distance, I see the glow of a bygone summer. But soon this last one will fade, and night will descend upon the earth like a shadow. And only in the soul, like a cherished flame, will the memory of a summer day remain.
Quiet sadness
A quiet sadness in the autumn air, As if the wind were whispering something to me. And in this sadness, as in a quiet refuge, I find peace and comfort. The leaves fall, covering the ground, And the sun hides behind gray clouds. But in my heart lives the hope of a miracle, That warmth and light will return.
Autumn wind
The autumn wind plays with the leaves, tearing the last colors from the trees. And in this dance, like in a silent fairy tale, I see the legend of a bygone summer. It whispers of something distant and sad, of summer, of sun, of warm rains. And the heart, like a leaf, whirls ceaselessly, in the autumn wind, in sad lands.