All the pretty flowers,
In the autumn garden,
Swayed to a sweet stillness,
The ones that still bloom,
Within honey climes,
Roses, sunflowers,
And water lillies,
That are so vibrant and surreal,
Within garden paintings,
With petals like resonant chimes,
She loosened her summery skirt,
Like the sun loosens,
evening waterfalls,
It was autumn,
yet she wanted to feel,
like summer and spring,
Compassionate rose,
Within the enchanted bun,
Of her exotic brunnette hair,
Love like honey,
Within her hips and tender soul,
Warm roses of summer fields,
Emblazoned like reveries,
Within lavendar horizons,
She swayed her hem,
Naturally,
with the moons,
luminous longings,
Her flamenco skirt kissed,
The lillies of her heels,
With a flourish, sweet like her gaze,
Things that are honey,
The symphony of sweet rain,
Hymns enchanting as her Beauty,
Autumn flowers, loves maple syrup,
the shimmers of waves,
Glistens with the kind desire,
Flowing even in stillnesses,
Like her flamenco hem,
and,
her Beauty in autumn sway
Reynaldo Casison