ilamagazine1
Feb 18, 20211 min
Updated: May 6, 2021
FIVE FIFTY-FIVE
Moon hangs
like a wire in the sky
above tree touched roofs
of semi-detached houses
while clouds become waves
marking the passage
of afternoon into evening.
Looking down upon
pale yellowish leaves
scattered on the moist green
not daring to dance against
the moods of a capricious wind
which casts away scraps of
discarded memories
Meanwhile, from an upstairs window,
a small red-haired figure
imagines these scenes in his mind
before writing them down on paper
hoping to make some poetry
out of all pictures he sees
on this bleak autumnal weekday.
© Julius Howard