Resting on the harsh metal edge, bare toes slowly numbing from the cold
     A chilling breeze guides my eyes up to the navy sky
     I wonder, why does the sun sleep before supper?
My view slowly becoming overtaken by a fleet of wispy clouds
     The stark black power lines and cables become more and more evident
          Who decided to have these cables obstruct my view?
   In retaliation the trees ferociously sway, threatening to bring down the thin lines
          Trees and cables continue their intricate dance and I am left pondering who will win
                   But we all know the trees will prevail
    Through the dark hints of fallen leaves shine through, perhaps fallen soldiers from the battle
The wind reminds me of its presence as it sends a blast of frigid air across my fingertips
    It is strong enough to create a symphony of movement
       All of nature responds to its demanding call, flowers whirling in a organized chaos
  The wildlife steers me toward the faint glows of neighbors’ homes
The bustling silhouettes seen through curtain shades
         reminds me of the warmth of a lively household
             Drawn to the heat, I return to from where I came
     Moist mud seeps between my toes as I hurry back
   Mud turns to rough pavement as I reach my destination
I am greeted with the fond coziness of home