A Speck of September

There’s a speck of September under my skin the first smell of fog a taste of decay swallowed with my morning coffee There’s a speck of September dancing goosebumps across my arms when I wake to darkened hours as August pages quickly turn There’s a speck of September under summers last light as a vee forms dark layers drifting south downy soft against sky’s flesh There’s a speck of September in the crystal night as heavens key opens the stars to fall into the yawning dawn glowing through my blushing eyes There’s a speck of September rubbing against the trees as the crunch of leaves under my boots form melodies of shifting seasons