Autumn evenings

It's a damp cold evening,

The green of the Maple leaves,

Is changing its dress to gold,

Before they like us become stars

It is a lush warm evening

The lovely lady relaxes

With her autumn wine,

The necklace of further Sparkling

Evenings, kisses the curves,

Of her body, like wings kisses

Curvatures of a lake,

She drinks her wine,

Like songs drinks in rhythms,

The necklace of further evenings,

Sparkling in its solemn mellow bliss

Reynaldo Casison