Jesenje popodne

                            Žute se polja kukuruza

                            ni lastavica više nema,

                            samo gusta magla

                            skriva šumu koja drijema.

                            Potok tiho žubori. . . . . . .

                            Kad bujica poteče,

                            naše su misli umorne

                            jer rano pada večer.

                                                        Iva Gračanin