Underneath The Awning Poem by Pat Kunisch

One more night the rains are falling -
a heavy steady dripping -
Trains rumble along -
a fast rushing -
Speed is journey’s call.
Metallic scraping, sounds
through the distance -
fading echoes stretching -
The cobblestones glisten.
Sleek and wet their surface gleams
exposed beneath the lantern’s beams.
Crisp and cool the air embraces,
frosty vapor swirling breathless,
circling round the water drops, before
they drown in pools of blackness.
Cold but dry the body shivers,
roaming eyes in search for slivers
of shadow’s dust -
a blanket warming -
Standing underneath the awning,
as one more night
the rains are falling.