Elegant robe-de-chambre of autumn breeze,
On the bewitching body of rivers and
seas. The sky spreads a very fanciful scent,
The waves, for a while, before falling down, freeze.
Losing its force, the day’s wizard wand broke.
The fall drama queens blow, storm, and evoke
the melancholic, and poetic spirits
Hocus Pocus! All will fade in the smoke.
Campy seagulls fly above a distant lighthouse.
Warm colors, on this gray ethereal sheet
drowse. The whole mise-en-scène shivers inside and
Out. “And… Cut!” Director Autumn, then shouts.