Poetry by Jeff Green


Early starts

by cricketjeff on October 7, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

October’s rain-washed streets
turn gold as the sun stirs the East.
Beneath a cloud-specked sea-blue sky
we hold open reluctant eyes.
Cold clean air
a shock to London lungs
tastes sweet on the walk
towards the station.
Wise early birds,
feeling cheated by wiser late worms,
chatter as I pass.
Cars grumble,
buses snort
the sun rises higher
and the magic fades away.