Having covered her body with light silk

made for her by the spider

the libertine autumn was thinking about a bilk,

about the one who would love her.

She uncovered her knees,

had the naughty wind to tease.

And then… went to sleep

forgetting about all worries,

not wishing to be in any hurries.

The wind had noticed her sleeping,

came up, but didn’t want to wake her up.

He walked on the tiptoe,

he wished to know

how long she was going to sleep.

Why was her sleep so deep?

He walked around her one day, two… three.

Then he had seen her bare knee.

He couldn’t keep in his passion any more.

For what? He wished to see more.

Without any compassion he undressed her.

Oh, naughty wind!

What have you done?

Was it really just for fun?

She was in love with you long time ago.

You had to know how much she wished

to be kissed, to be hugged, to be cared by you.

Her love was really true.

 How much she wished to feel you blew!

How much she wished to feel your passion,

never to be in depression.

The autumn woke up and burst into tears.

Those tears went into the rivers.

And the wind ……

Oh, that naughty wind!

He still blows the clouds of red haired mops.

He doesn’t care about the autumn’s drops.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska

10.11.2010