First frost

the bricks still emit
the scorch of summer sun
in their burnt hue
embers of bonfires
the same that still
burn in the night sky
licking and savoring the dark
the same dark
that creeps into these hours
when solar rays drown
in the distant earthly horizon
surrendering to the cold
the same cold
that creeps into the bones
of withered elder trees
and silken youthful blooms
that linger until the bitter kiss
the same kiss
that stills the pulse
silents the arias in the air
and blackens and grays
these autumn days