The sun left the vertex
And tree trunks fell slanted.
Thrown from a vortex,
Gold leaves were implanted

Alongside those bleak streets,
Where gentle and cautious,
Avoiding dark thickets,
In muddy galoshes,

We rambled on homeward
For what seemed like hours,
But, we took the long road
Because it was ours.

Your skin showed a faint blush.
This wonderful evening
Was drawn with a paintbrush,-
It seemed so deceiving.

How softly you whispered,
“Don’t take these nights lightly”
Believe me, my sister,
I think of them nightly.