Within an autumn twilight,
The full moon glowed,
so luminously and bright,
Still as an evening iris,
Lounging after a long midnight sway,
The lovely ladies,
Wear its love,
like they wear,
their vintage and modern dresses,
Sometimes a stunning glance,
Of their Beauty,
Is enough to light,
a hymns ethereal candle,
To warm with resplendent chimes,
The chill and tender gardens
Reynaldo Casison