Windy Day In the City

WINDY DAY IN THE CITY Strain unwillingly round the city street corner Into flurry of police klaxon-horn or Double-deck bus or hobo with beard a-grizzle. Saddened people rushing in the drizzle, Wet wind picking up, weather getting worse. Breezy gust snatches a thousand leaves to disperse From the autumn trees barely awake: Sudden blizzard of giant golden snowflakes Obliterates the wet sidewalks, paved with gold. People smiling, surprised at it all, pause and behold, Brush them off shoulders again and again. Ah the glory of it. No one thinks of rain. Never was a transformation done so well : A heaven snatched from the jaws of hell.