A Shifting Time

Summer's smooth surface
blunted by October's chisel.
Translucent edge of crystal-tipped mornings
bouncing off frosty pavements.
Miss Havisham trees
flaunt decaying dresses
rampant in mourning
enjoying the attention.
Leaves pasted like flyers to asphalt
and mottled puddles hiding sulky depths
from a curious sun.

A shifting time to be savoured like a cigarette
and exhaled slowly with delight.