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.
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