THE COLD KISS OF AUTUMN

The cold night air purifying my silent intrusion,
Autumns cold kiss reaches my face
My head is filled with the pungent
Odors of all things ending.
A palid sad sky
Becoming the backdrop
Of the countless swarming starlings
Curving ever changing lissajous
Shapes in impossibly complex
Mathematical formulas.
The signals of winter
Are everywhere.
And my spirit is now in mourning
For a summer scorned.