Looking Backward Across an Early September Day
Geese evacuate beneath the moon’s thin retraction
Trees are whispering their new addresses to each other
and now the houses breathe without coughing
I shrug free and share the sigh of open windows
In the blue morning the sky’s a cut-out
key unlocking summer’s heavy stockade
When the world was upside down
you fell into my arms and I woke
Translations from the English 
Lovely. This poem moves in so many possible and fruitful directions. Well crafted.
Thanks! With the exception of one couplet it is meant to be read both down and up.
Hmm. That works really well. Nice job!