the night is dreary and I
shuffle homeward
jacket keeps me
half dry
never warm
and I recoil
at the cars cold unfeeling
splashing by

the night is dreary and I
shuffle

and the breeze hits stiff against my skin
shifting north
and a tree rustles
and I look up

to the leaves
falling
gently upon the lively wind
pieces of gold
glittering
in the harsh fluorescence of these lamps
as the winds carry them
away from their home, that
little bit of green amidst grey
and the winds carry them
into the
cold
city street

and the leaves
falling
like cherry blossoms in the spring
pieces of gold
dying
as the cold creeps into the world
and the world dies
and the world

dies
no
not dying

the leaves fall and the tree sleeps
and the world sleeps

and winter passes
and darkness fades

and spring
will
come

and wake
and blossom