mornings,
we walk before dawn
Today the street is wet
from early rain
November air a soft surprise
you sniff sidewalks
for hints of
who passed by in the night
I watch the wet grass
pull sparks of light
from the street lamp
You raise your head
to catch a scent on the wind
I watch the weather
carry moods in and out
on the autumn breeze
Puff Of Smoke Poems 