The scent is smoky,

the taste is wine -

The air is acrid -

I draw a line...

A hint of pepper

and mountain ash,

Pouring some red juice -

Time makes a dash.

Velvet in shadows

to overflow

Light's smoothing some strokes

and bring some hoar...

Rich multicoloured

The foliage kaleidoscope:

Madeira colour

and gold to drop...

The sun is melting

In envelopes...

The viscous resin

On the pine bark

And we are diving

Into the dark...

A piece of corduroy

touching the grooves

You're putting off that all -

with gentle moves...

Sun's slipping down

To the cobwebs

You're coming to me

By silent steps...

We're falling down

on the warm grass

touching each other -

The hottest palms...

Losing the track of time -

losing the paths

We're filling with love

Our lonely hearts...

The roots and forests

rich autumn gardens,

where there are ripe

plums, apples, anise...

Where there's rich

and juicy harvest -

branches are bending

close to the ground...

Fragrance is melting

In the dense warmth

The oak is hung

with brown acorns;

A row of tight moss

Suede mushroom tops

crossing the edge

of the rich forest...

Fruitful as from a horn

Abundance - it's the time

when we were born

again in silence...