Autumn by opening one eye and closing the other arrives

by looking through your sleeping hair

into the distant wind coming

And your dark skin that will reflect the snow

as I read to you trained by solitude to read the winter fire

brought down by wind song strong

persistently born

branches falling into heat

into veins

into breath

shimmering with change

and winter wind sworn

 

Green eyes meeting like leaves lit by sun that the wind called to touch

that wind we give to the gods is someone’s midnight prayers

lifting from apartment to apartment