The fall is upon me with shades on to colors
fading from bright on to pallid flavors
ever of this crisp season to refresh air of nature
whilst bringing new energy on to my desires
as does my angel who likewise does take
on the form of the change
My angel in mane of gold does capture the leaves
of the time of year which turn to lovely tones of color
as winds of cool bring about end to summer’s green
to transform all to riches of multihued plenty
My angel taking on warmth from spirit ever bountiful in emotions as does autumn
to range from russet of foliage to crimson dark in passions of my Joannuszka
encountered in flowers dried by arrival of new summer to be dubbed Indian
My angel in lady’s summer encompasses fashion
of alteration as surroundings colorful
adorning my Joannuszka in wears of elegance
decorating her from cascade of yellow curls
as she descends to vision of loveliness
of the season of dormant environment
My angel cometh as candle of ardent fervor
in season of falling leaves and chestnuts
to hurl on ground from trees
my angel in eyes of tenderness
nay to expire as roses of summer
be as lantern on to evenings come early
as affections of my Joannuszka
be not quiescent for her Slisznuszek
as flora and fauna wishing season’s slumber
My angel’s paradise be shelter on to my affections
as nippy winds of October journey over land
My Joannuszka as cider of apples to warm
whilst cold rains of November cause nay refrain
in adoration of us captured in the other