Crisp, golden autumn-caked pathways
littered with the footsteps of the perpetually cold.
Wet splash of a pink wellies in a dip of concrete
the decaying suburban rock providing a fun pool of rain.
The wish of long summer days, now dark by 4 o’clock
remembering heat as if it were a foreign concept.
The roaring sound of increased traffic
in a too-bad storm that people refuse to walk in.
Frozen to the bone, consistently,
never remembering where you put your jumper.
An array of umbrellas at extortionate prices,
another way for the industry to swallow you whole.