"The winter evening settles down" - T.S. Eliot

[kazk.livejournal.com]

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

And then the lighting of the lamps.

Comments

[pierogie101.livejournal.com]

ah, i love this one. thanks for sharing it!

[joseishijin.livejournal.com]

I love the perfect grasp, the clear imagery of winter. ^______^

As lovely as if the memory were my own.