Autumn

7:40 am.
Cool, crisp autumn morning;
piercing light shining through
the arms of naked trees
and lighting my concrete path.

Sparkling shards of grass
captured by the morning frost.
The sound of
CRUNCH as I walk quickly
on the fallen dried leaves.

The freezing air biting my bare skin...
-my cheeks
-my nose
-my hands.
Bundled in my warm fleece jacket, wool beanie, and wool gloves,
I trek forward and
wait for my bus to come.

Billowing smoke coming from my lips,
a steady fog breathed out into the air
and disappearing into
the season. As I listen,

I hear the sounds of cars hustling and busting
by, the few birds chirping, and the roar
of the city. These sounds penetrate deep
into the mind
despite my blaring headphones
of today's random cd playlist:
...r & b ...hip hop
...rap ...techno
...punk ...islander
...pop ...rock

Standing at the stop,
closed shops promote nothing.
Newspaper stands vent
out images of what happened.
I look up at the sky and see the world slowly
come into play. Clouds shifting
and the sun finally breaks through.

My bus is here.
7:50 am.