September Song

"It's good to live again..."

Falling light

    Leaves turning 

     Red 

Orange 

  Yellow

Brown

  Black

Nowhere in Vermont

Nowhere in Manhattan

Nowhere in Spring

    Leaves falling 

wind blows  

   Cold snap

you can smell it in the air

  It's a northernly smell

Of burning leaves 

horse poo 

   and bottles of booze

It's fresh and clean

But your socks are dirty

and your fingers are frozen

  "It's good to live again..."