His Observation

Late day sun It’s reflection outdone Shifts across the street Laying before his feet Debris and lifeless bloom Along the side walks entombed To some it’s an unsightly cast away, that once shaded a summer day Their stillness shines in a beauty of its own Where some wish to see it cleaned It tells a tale from where winds once galled But I like to think it a reminder of change The movement of life clearly explained And so he continued his stride Where city folk pass him by Breathing in deep, the fresh air And peep, a bud or two here in his view, they struggle through the late winter stew, and this memory he drew,