Autumn

It was a late September morning
When the leaves fell all around
The hoarfrost came without warning
As I stumbled to the ground

Wind chilled nostrils exhale
Icicling the lashes and freezing face
It was as if I had waxed pale
Vapour trails drift to hang in space

I felt a sudden need for sleep
Pregnant dreams are half-realized
Like harvest-time inside me deep
Not fully crystallized

I pulled my pillow to my face
And blanket to my chin
With Indian-summer's first embrace
I felt like sleeping in.