Apparently autumn has come

Summer is hoarse. Sits voiceless. We are waiting for new music. Swarthy maiden with wheat braids Wandering in the summer rain A dim flashlight filled with mists Full of new fantasies Cuts the yellow-crimson ribbons into ribbons Thick roll of linen.
The wind hums and whirls desperately Looking for honey under the leaves. Gray sparrow straight out of a puddle The warm sun is drinking. The cat on the porch - squints in understanding: Summer has burnt to the ground. The streets have become thoughtfully bright. Apparently autumn has come.