You stand politely smiling in the cocktail party
pleasantly making small talk while glancing at the door
And wondering when you can discreetly leave
Without offending host and carefree guests.
It’s been a jolly evening but now it’s time to go
To find your scarf and jacket in the hall
Before leaving light and heat
For winters shortening night and cooler dawn.
Perhaps the ancient irish had placed you right
In early autumn than in late summer
Already August leaves are yellow and have hit the floor
In forests who have tired of this year already.
The summer camps are closing now
And mothers dress their kids for school
In bigger sizes than the year before
As time marches on relentlessly.