Seasonal Death

through a mud stained field and thickets galore mountaintops blue in the haze walked through hayfield stubble with a damp, faithful dog I am anticipating Halloween but thoughts dissolve quickly in fields and forest hues indian summer is over litters of leaves all around we pass a dead coyote the white dog pays no mind there's no need to hurry lots of creekside bushes cause my path to crook and veer I miss the smell of brush burning and dread the winter coming I'll cancel my reservation and head for some coral reef distant summer without end twinkling snow berms and bitter cold will come but technology can remedy the chill nuisance of Arctic's southward plunge