Gifts of the weather

Autumn presents two coats:

one for the cold, the other –

for later on.

The day quickly abandons us.

The trees strew us with leaves,

with silence, a great finger

pressed to the lips behind.

We enter the dark, embrace

in its feather quilt,

sink into the earth, tell

stories around the kettle.

The snow overwhelms us.

Then we’ll scratch a way out

towards the light again, to pick

cherries together.

When the second coat’s turn comes,

I want to look good in it.

Translated by Tom Phillips

The original Bulgarian text was published in: ‘Dear Passengers‘ (2018), Izdatelstvo za poezia DA, Sofia, Bulgaria; 

The English text first appeared in: Blackbox Manifold