Autumn, the magic of nature and poetry of Pushkin

Hi everybody ))
Do you like the autumn? I do) I think its magic time

Тoday is the second day of snowfall in the Ekaterinburg . It`s cloudy but the yellow and purple leaves are still on trees. They are falling down very beautiful. So I call to my memory the Pushkin's poem about autumn.

A melancholy time! So charming to the eye!
Your beauty in its parting pleases me -
I love the lavish withering of nature,
The gold and scarlet raiment of the woods,
The crisp wind rustling o'er their threshold,
The sky engulfed by tides of rippled gloom,
The sun's scarce rays, approaching frosts,
And gray-haired winter threatening from afar.
A.S. Pushkin. Autmn.