Amsterdam wears
its Autumn
sunshine
lightly & as delicately
as Time-now
& Time-gone
exists
in the same moment
that the leaves
(in slow motion)
fall from trees.
Birdsong & Dutch
laughter
stitching together
a tapestry of voices
even the houses
have their say
as we
held in Time's
strange discourse
listen closely
with every atom
of our
being
as the day
fades into night
& lights
(and the reflection)
of lights
lose themselves
in the stillness
of canal
& canals
footfall
...footfalls.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-through-history/
