December Morning

Black, gray and white, like a daily paper,

carelessly crumpled, and thrown to the street,

the sky was reflected in the cold, puddled pavement.

People stepped on the clouds with negligent feet.

Today, the morning seemed strangely enigmatic.

Snowflakes were scattered on bushes and benches.

Like some lunatic lover, passionate and fanatic,

the wind kissed the downcast faces of strangers.