one more Petrov

One more from Valeri Petrov, translation again mine:

The carkey

Late last night as I parked the car at home,
I dropped the carkey in the dark,

This morning I went out around seven to find the,
And looked perplexed at the pavement in front of the house -

Toothy little leaves had covered the whole area by the car
And each of them looked like a little copper key!

And it's plenty cold, smoke curling out of chimneys,
But between the rows of houses the skies are blue,

And without realizing it, I've already gone into the park
And the car is far away and dim in the darkness,

And it's bright and quiet, with that smell of Fall
The moist smell of decay, yet pleasant and fresh!

And I feel how my life has passed through me
In a fast torrent, a kaleidoscopic spinning.