October’s Passage

So autumn points her fingersto a clear skyand vivid sunsets,while October wanes(to her hallowed-eve)and the nightsgrow cold.

I saw a frosted car
(in the shadows of a building)
and recognized
November’s approach.
I paused, to consider
October’s hasty exit,
and my failure to be aware
of her passing.
Those leaf-robbed trees
shake accusingly at me
as deep autumn wind
rattles their now-naked bones…