Chill In My Bones

this chill in my bones
not the onset of october
not the look of fall
on the trees, not the colors
of the leaves
summer at an end
bring out the sweaters
unpack the Halloween

this chill in my bones
not the rain that starts,
as if, to never end
a wet blanket across
the yard, the black pavement
shiny and golden
in the streetlights
as a melody in the night

this chill in my bones
started around 1986
seeped in, settled down
turned the seasons
one by one
until it counted 
down to none
and iced the driveway down