Sunshine spreads love to this skin,
with the innocence of children,
whilst the warm breeze,
collecting curls of autumn leaves,
becomes a bed for skinny lovers
soft enough to sleep on.
Do they detect the change in weather?
Do they know what’s to come?
This week the magazine headline
presents six tips
to change your life.
Number one is
the old lady thinks to herself
as she sits at the wrong table
and children eat their fingers.
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.
The wind brings with her
cloud after cloud, each calling
in turn with a draught at the door
to sweetly kiss my cheek
and bid me peace on the breeze,
for theirs is but a fleeting visit,
full of vows
that this October will be different, darling.
The faint figure of a single starling,
black at a distance, seen closer
with a gloss of purples and greens,
fast in flight, impeded by mistrals
on its route to the roosting site
where a mass murmuration
warms its wings on winter nights.
I watch from my window,
not yet convinced by the change in weather.