Monday, December 7, 2009

Chimney Smoke

Chimney smoke and water towers
An afternoon of counting hours
A car horn blares, a siren wails
Traffic moves in endless trails.
Clouds float past, the daylight wanes
Shades descend behind window panes.
What’s the use of waiting? worn buildings say
Twilight has stolen upon the day.
No rendezvous, no heart’s delight
Love’s flown away and left the night.

1 comment:

  1. This reads very like a sonnet, I love the end line rhyming here.