Ushering

There went Summer.

Chilly night, closing the slider, using the blankets,
   waking with sore throat in cold air,
   blue jays foretelling Winter.

Their cries travel all the way down my memory.

Got to think about oil now and tires again -
   tires always during no money times,
   and the black hollow that absorbs the light,
   removes all strength, turns you against
      you.

I'm not afraid but am hoping (a little)
   that this one will feel different from
   the last two.