There Is A Difference

In autumn, there's a difference
Between afternoon and evening air.

Day's air swirls inside your throat,
Tickles when you swallow, bringing
Orchards and sharp cider; a warm dog
For you to hold onto as crinkled
Red leaves crawl into your jacket
And scratch your back.

But at night, autumn air won't let
Go of your face. It seeps through
The cracks painted in windows, swirls
Near the bed, along the green comforter,
And pulls at your hair.
For three nights I haven't slept.