November Morning Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

I love to walk out early morning
In the month of November;
There is a chill in the air
Which is felt on my body
But where exactly if I think
It is only on top of the hairs
In certain parts of my hands?

The skywalk elevates my vision and thoughts,
I find the back of the flying pigeons, and herons,
Soon enough the bright Sun has climbed above
The edge of the yellow-green overhanging roof,
Now I avoid the sun on my face by keeping west:
Below I find traffic building up, fast and noisy,
Even though it is not past 8 o’clock.

Turning from Sun and birds to road below,
I can see plenty of taxis and auto-rickshaws,
Both splashed with mandatory yellow and black:
The taxis have yellow roofs, and autos
Yellow strips across their body, the useful
Three-wheeler for people only in the suburbs,
But with noise and inhaling of pollut’nts.