An Evening Stroll Thru Woodfield Poem by John A. Hancock

Lying crinkled on the sidewalk
Deceased leaves crunch dryly beneath my feet
The evening frost coating these seasonal
Martyrs of October's yearly campaign of decay
The air is crisp autumn's tingly reminder
Of winter's vain apprroach
Smoke coils rhythmically from soot fill'd chimneys
Twirling seductively in the chilly air
Here time holds still while victorian spirits
In the guise of a gusty breeze
Stirs to life dorment leaves
Into a swirling collage of colours
O'er well manicured lawns
Their damp musty smell permeating the senses
My frosty breath puffing orgasmicly with every stride
Over head branches of sparsely laden trees
Release a shower of frigid droplets upon my face
Thus we kiss for the night is my lover
Whom I embrace