Autumn in The City

 Homeward bound -

The buslights pierce the darkness

Of a foggy autumn evening;

Leaves creak in the mind,

Slicing the brain with a sword of fire.

Dusk–

At home, in the stillness at the centre of all things,

The thin air thickens wrapping all sounds:

Cars,

Clanking of dishes and glasses at the bar downstairs,

Voices...

Reflections of endless moments echoing endeering nostalgia.