I watch the wide open skies
The dark turbulent clouds
Holding a storm that breathes
But has yet to break.
The winds bear a cool moisture.
Autumnal winds
Hinting of sadness and loss,
Of greater things beyond my reach,
Greater knowing beyond my ken.

I think of your melancholy
How you hold it deep to yourself.
It breathes, but quietly.
Perhaps no one notices
But I notice and I hope
It is just the season’s change.