under canis major

Summer's fire has faded
to burnt-orange reflections
in clouds at dawn and dusk
and crisp, once-glowing leaves
beneath my feet.
Bittersweet November!
As the dog star arcs
above frost-dark mornings,
your icy fingers trace frozen tears
across my cheeks, chilling memories
of springtime folly and long hot nights
with their games of chance and skill.

Now, life gets sirius.