Indian Summer
written by: Miroslava Panayotova
Queen Autumn sat on the threshold,
I opened the door for it to come in next to us,
smiled, it lit up with the yellow lights,
and then it pulled a bunch of leaves.
It sprinkled the ground with beads of gold,
it’s already sending the green on its way
the sky still shines silver,
but soon it will buy a darker suit.
It loves rivers, fields, forests,
it runs on roads and sings in its mind –
queen autumn is still playing
of summer, of lady and summer perfume.
MIROSLAVA PANAYOTOVA (Bulgaria) graduated from Plovdiv University, specialty Bulgarian philology and English language. She has published poems, stories, tales, aphorisms, essays, criticisms, translations, articles and interviews in periodical and collections. She has published the following poetry books: Nuances, 1994, God of the senses, 2005, Pitcher, 2014, Whisper of leaves, 2017, Green feeling, 2018; two books with stories: An end, and then a beginning, 2017, Path of love, 2018; two eBooks: Laws of communications /aphorisms/, 2018, Old things /poetry/, 2018. She is a member of the Union of the Independent Bulgarian Writers and a member of Movimiento Poetas del mundo. She is a member and a coordinator in the team to the e-journal Ghorsowar, too. Miroslava Panayotova is an ambassador of IFCH (International Forum for Creativity and Humanity). Her verses are translated in English, Spanish, Greek, Albenian, Uzbek. She is a Core Team member of the e-journal The Bezine.
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