Amadour (Autumn's Present)

about walks in your neighbourhood on an autumn night and also about paranoia/anxiety

White street paint

Suffocation of a leaf

The city sunset's grey taint

Is nature's grief

The fluorescent street light

Dozens of silent houses

They are trying to be bright

They just illuminate

Where the dead mouse is

A block away

There is the hum of a bus

Then I hear footsteps

Oh, just a worker

But paranoia reigns

Not even the lamp I can trust

My shoes softly clack

The air smells of ailment

Spring's love will come back

But here, is autumn's present.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

If autumn is present, it is what is. The rest is but dreams.