Thanksgiving Day Poem by Edgars Brivbergs

Just frosty day, which's kiss is harsh,
My golden fall has to survive.
I saw her movements was in rush
Not far from Lincoln,35.

Her woolen coat inspired my heart,
Warmed up like sun in May.
I thought we couldn't be apart
On this Thanksgiving Day.

The wind with leaves embraced her head,
She turned around and saw:
My misty eyes that were so sad,
We didn't need some more.

Red sun was there, behind the trees,
Cold air tasted fresh.
We walking through the autumn peace,
The world of yellow ash.

She sent my mind to Wonderland,
So I was glad to say:
«We'll never part till our end
From this Thanksgiving Day».