Concrete street,
metal cars,
wall of bricks,
fence of bars.
Signs announcing,
warning, noting,
office buildings
empty, waiting.
Aerials on roofs arising,
tufts of grass peeping through
broken tarmac
beneath sky of blue.
Row of trees
proudly stand
silent and bare
on piece of dry land.
People hurrying
here and there,
too cold to stop and stare.
All around us
created and creation,
proclaiming life
at every station.
Westerly Gale 