Oranges, Reds and Yellows

On the ground

swirling leaves reveal

the shape

of the wind

 

oil rainbows

in puddled water

 

streetlights flickering

waking early

 

collars up

heads down

against the wind

 

the electricity

the fizzing sulphur

of Halloween

 

black nights

black mornings

grey days

 

pressing myself

against the radiator

 

blowing warm air

into cupped hands

 

early talk of Christmas

pulsing ache for spring