If I had to describe autumn,
I’d start with the word “charming.”
Walking through Vilnius in the evening,
you, too, can see what is dazzling.

Light from the lamps makes it magical,
casting a glow on brown leaves.
You could dive into that big pile,
smelling like pure autumn.

It feels like an artist’s painting,
the views carry your mind away.
A black spider hides on the stairway—
even he wants to make you smile.

Cozy. Warm. You crave that pleasure.
But autumn slips quickly away from me.