It`s raining hard. And it`s cold, cause there is no sun and the sky looks like a soft blanket, which has covered thousands of soldiers with it`s soft feathers. But the sky these days doesn`t look angry, it looks soft, although heavy raindrops keep falling on my red gumboots and fingers, afterwards leaving fragile trails of autumn on my forehead and shiny crystals in my hair. As the hot tea slowly pours in my body, it sends chills down my spine and leaves me feling calmed. For a second, all that`s left in me is autumn with it`s sound of brown boots on the pavements, while a quick breeze runs through the old maple trees, and they shiver and the first red and golden leaves fall from their old branches. I hear the cars rushing down the street, running through puddles, which jump in the sky in a form of a billion crystals and land on the brown-ish grass. Children laughter, as they find chestnuts under the trees of our school. The golden fall. Only autumn can make me feel so warm inside.
My dearest (I don`t like the word favourite) poem is by Aleksandrs Čaks. It`s called "Latvian riflman`s song to a girl". In the poem, the riflman talks to the girl, although I`ve never lost the feeling that he writes it to her in a letter. He tells her, that if she`s feeling blue, she doesn`t need to go up in the mountain, to the round cafe, where the only persons left are ladies, who smell of the best lip pomade and their lover`s cigars, where there is a this beautiful violinist and young men who look at their beloved ones for hours sitting by their one and only cup of pitch black coffee. He asks her to come to him. He has a small candle on an old bottle of balsam and a small, brownish table of solitaire, which he bought only yesterday and a glass of seaman`s liqour. He would lay his coat on the ground and the moon would shine through the window. There would be doves cooing on neigbour`s rooftop and he would sing her songs of birds and sea.
And this is the only poem that I always remember. I hope that I will always remember it. Even when I`ll be 86.