Tiredness Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the early autumn pleases me,
golden leaves under legs,
a wind behind us
and before us,
bonfires are on fire in field.

you are saying - your grace.
is enrapturing me.
I, that supper on the table.
and that, I have the tired face.

it's beginning to rain.
in the distance is beating down train.
in the vase from you rose...
and you... are for me so close

I am watching the program - fashion
but it not my passion
more is drawing me the flower
and your charming power

you are still watching
the show
I am not disturbing, because
you like it, I know.