the air is changing again
omniescient presence
i cant breathe

night is closing in more quickly
pitch black thoughts
i cant see

small changes in degree, Fahrenheit
homesostasis in effect
i cant feel

the days become shorter and i'm lonely
trapped beneath unkindly advances
stark world, not quite winter not quite spring
somewhere in between

hands shake, smoke curls up and outward
except when inebriated
i quite smoking

half the trees are dead, their leaves leaving them
death until rejuvination
i am too

this time of year is my least favorite
somewhere in between