The cold wind of autumn embraces me unknowingly,
Touching my face, my skin, my hands, violently
It tries to get deep into my bones
Until I feel a raging hurt that numbs
And I won’t get colder, no matter how hard it tries
The warmth in my heart can’t ease its burning fires.
Which is harder to live with? Being on fire or colder?
Beautiful autumn, your coldness only makes my fire burning stronger.
I want your colours and leaves more than your coldness
I could reflect my light within them, into brighter colours
I could make shapes of love…sharing smiles,
warming you and keep the winter away between us, for longer.