The smell of Autumn hits your nostrils’ memory
As August arrives upon its invisible chariot
Deciduous trees start to blush
Those special shades of yellow and red
Soon to clutter the lawns and roads
With arbor quilting stretched house to wall
Wall to house

Summer’s end is confirmed
With the school sales on TV
Giving children a certain sense of jeopardy
For them time is already going too quickly
But gone are the nights of sleepless humidity
Though heat waves still pulse occasionally

August given a final death blow
As the Amusements of America arrives unseen
At night the booths and rides are hastily assembled
For one more year the Ex’ is here
Bringing everyone to Lansdowne Park
Catch one last glimpse of Summer
Knowing full well what lies ahead

With September’s chariot comes the inevitable
The certainty and helplessness of knowing
Another summer has come and gone
The campers head out on Labour Day weekend
Ready to lasso another good time
With sweatshirts and jean jackets
To flight that little nip o’ Jack Frost in the air
Bacon and eggs taste good off a Coleman
The morning after a night before
of Molson Ex and white Bacardi

There’s no mistaking when September
Is about to be driven off the calendar
Only the most rugged of cyclists
Continue to pound the cold hard pavement
Crushing already dead Elm and Maple leaves
Loitered on the side of the road

October’s chariot brings crisp vapor to the air
As children smoke imaginary cigarettes
Bare trees giving off an eerie sense of mortality
For soon old man Winter will hobble into town
On the coat tails of last but not least
November’s chariot
Their calling card a sprinkling of wet snow

But for now Ontario becomes Bavaria
Canadian Germans savouring newly fermented
White wine and beer
Oktoberfest turns all to Thanksgiving
Farmers breathing a sigh of relief
Upon making their final harvest
The Dominion Stores confirming their bounty
With pumpkins stocked in all shapes and sizes
Silently they beg for a shopper to buy them
Their only hope besides pie
A toothy smile carved into their faces

© 1983
Inputted and revised © September 2016

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09/02/2016

Author's Note: "Art is never finished...only abandoned." - Leonardo Da Vinci.

Posted on 09/02/2016
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