My Corner Poem by JJ Evendon

Standing at the corner outside my house
a lady scurries past like a mouse.
She's been shopping, so is in a hurry to get home,
and letting her friend what she bought on the phone.
The wind is cold, so her breath whitens the air.
Bag full of things of which I really don't care.
Leaves have fallen, for it's that time of year.
It's raining, so I'm wearing warm wet weather gear.
Whilst I watch traffic slowly go past,
I wonder how long this miserable weather will last.
Above grey clouds hang low, and obscure the sun,
a sign, for sure, that autumn has begun.
A bus trundles along, and then comes to a stop.
Two old ladies get off, carrying bags from a well known shop.
Leaves being blown across the road some around my feet.
It won't be long now before snow falls some inches deep.
It's cold and wet so I turn to go back inside.
Where it's warm and dry - unlike the outside.