Mournful Season

Oh, mournful season that delights the eyes!
Your farewell beauty captivates my spirit.
I love the pomp of Nature’s fading dyes,
The forests, garmented in gold and purple,
The rush of noisy wind, and the pale skies
Half-hidden by the clouds in darkling billows,
And the rare sun-ray and the early frost,
And threats of grizzled Winter, heard and lost.

Alexander Pushkin 1833

It's even better in original Russian! Tatiana Trusova