Far off the glacier ice exhales.
The world was so much warmer yesterday.

Leaves blowing all around the town,
Gusts scudding from the polar seas
Hurtle past me like a slighted lover

Last evening from my window
All was green and gold.

Now the trees lunge up like spiders,
Fingers closing after something gone.

Even as the light bends deeper
Every breath pours out more mist.

Leaves that sizzle in their hustling by
Like whispers born of skeletons
Hold chorus with the strongest crickets

Growing quiet.