Alexandra Leaving

This is the time of the year when Pushkin's Autumn always comes to my mind. Autumn was Pushkin's favourite season. My personal favourite used to be Spring but I notice that as the years pass by I like Autumn more and more. :D I remember how we were made to memorise this poem at school and how I used to think I understand it. Little did I know that the poem will open it's secrets to me much later on:

A melancholy time! So charming to the eye!
Your beauty in its parting pleases me -
I love the lavish withering of nature,
The gold and scarlet raiment of the woods,
The crisp wind rustling o'er their threshold,
The sky engulfed by tides of rippled gloom,
The sun's scarce rays, approaching frosts,
And gray-haired winter threatening from afar.

( The full text of the poem, Russian and English translation )