Early Autumn Sonnet

What summer solstice wants to breathe
Into its lungs a new sun’s glow
Dust settles on the white shirtsleeve
Your lashes cup the lies you sow

A slice of light cuts through your cheek
While shifting colours dance on you
To undulate their hips and seek
Upon your skin, the hands you knew

So let chills come, I’ll slip out through
The cold wind whistling out of tune
The dried up leaves have paid their dues
And so will you, when night hits noon

For now I’ll gather up your traces
Watch autumn move and shift its faces

Early autumn in Montreal