Cheering the clouds on their way
I plant kisses on their lovers,
making amends for our short stay
and to comfort the cold in their bones,
caught from years of cursed Octobers
that I could not insufflate.
A little bird begs for my breath
to aid its way back home,
but I cannot change the course of Mother Nature,
just help to raise him up,
in the hope his flying fight defeats
the impending dark of a night alone.
I collect the autumn leaves to my chest,
longing for all to be content
with life and its changing colours.