The October Streets Of My City.....

The October streets of my beloved city,
Fragrant and sparkling after the autumn showers.
Drops of water from the recent rain,
Glistening like jewels at the end of bowers.

The red and yellow lights of the passing cars,
Reflected in the pools beside the road.
The water splashing and rising like a tide,
Whenever one drives too close to the side.

Fragile yellow leaves hang on to the branch,
Clinging to life though weakened by death.
One more gust of the chilly wind,
Sends them floating to the waiting earth.

The cold wind blows them through alleys and roads,
Conjuring them like an apt magician,
Picking them up and scattering them around,

Creating a musical rustling sound.

The air is heavy with more than moisture,
Laden with the rich smell of the soil.
The random crows and birds flying home,
Weary but content after the day's toil.

I walk on these streets, inhaling the beauty,
Looking up at the sky, at the evening star.

There is no place else I would rather be,

This is my city, my very own,

This is my home, most precious by far.