Seasonal And Holidays Past Journal

Autumn Avenues

Crisp leaves that shrivel,
kicked by a gliding boot
remain weightless
and like phantoms,
the thick steam pours
from city manholes,
then disppears,
the coldness numbing all
fingers of many hands
reaching out to open doors.
The shadows of hoary trees
rooted underneath the grey
rigoured sidewalks appear
tired,
making them lean,
wanting their own quiet
passage.
When the children forget
to be proper,
playing badmen and
shooting funnish toy
pistols without jackets on,
even though it is autumn
in the city,
the old women still grip
canes
wearing thick nylons and
big coats to overtake them.