After the last drops of rain, a silence emerges,
spreading as a crescendo of grey melancholy.
I open the window, light a cigarette,
feeling the cool night air run its fingers through my hair.
In the street below, leaves fall and scatter,
they look like people from up here.
I lift my eyes, and look at the evening stars overhead,
hanging in their silent repose.
The end of my cigarette quivers against a cool wind,
the night is extinguished-
For now, I am winter.
Beautiful narrative piece of poetry, elegantly brought forth in good poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks so much for your kind words :) please stick around for more work to come soon! I'll check your page out right now!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You paint such a peaceful and longing picture, I can almost smell your cigarette mixed with the fresh air after the rain. Good use of metaphor.
I'm so glad that came through for you! it's simple moments like these, observational meditations, that I really enjoy out of life! Happy to hear from you :) will return the favor!