City

City

Sunrise.
Day is dawning,
bringing early morning birdsongs
and bustling crowds on first thing coffee runs.
In the city, everything is shining,
there’s a Starbucks on every corner.
The people rush by Central Park,
too hurried to notice
the flowers all in bloom,
too hurried to notice
the leaves crumbling, falling from the trees,
blowing in bright colored swirls ‘round their feet.
City life is too busy,
rushed, jammed tight
as the businesswomen on the subway,
at 7 in the morning,
clutching their heels in one hand
and their briefcase in the other,
too hurried to notice
the snow falling down,
too hurried to notice,
the children skating around the rink in the park,
the tree standing silent,
all ready to be lit.
Too hurried to notice
that life is passing them by.