Вell vesper

Forests and fields were dressed in mourning,
autumn last days lives.
The ringing from the bell tower is barely audible
he chases a jackdaw over the temple.

The evening has moved, fades, a little, light,
became colorless shadows.
Night sends autumn greetings,
sluggish to the point of essential laziness.

Soon it will fill all the darkness,
hiding all the clothes from his eyes.
In the church will only be visible
a thin thread of hope.