While out for a walk this evening
The fall sky turning a deeper violet
A cold gust blew between the streets
I felt a hook of remorse shoot through me.
Even the statues were turning cold
The lighted windows were growing old
From the days of summer which darkness folds
Into its longing dream of winter.
I walked on half sure of my way
Amidst rucks of bodies, decaying day
And gradually looped my way back again
To the block wherefrom I set out younger.
Cold winter days speak in autumn’s decay
Every changing leaf a dire memento
Of a winding down year, coldening streets
Where I will still walk, aimless, weeks and weeks.