August 1986

the colours are changing

already

after hardly any summer at all

God has not seen fit to give

too much heat this year

why?

I don’t know

for me maybe a reflection

of the coldness of my soul

but the autumn is my fire time

a time for me to live

in that too early may be good

more time I’ll have to improve

and set to flame

this stagnant, morbid soul

After Montreal trip three,

with Ron, Ev and Bert