London

Imprints

Autumn leaves are traffic-pressed,
Imprinted on the road I cross,
Tokens of a year that’s passing.
But autumn will give way to spring,
And new leaves a new year will bring.

My memories too are pressed upon
The London I have walked and known,
Tokens of a life that’s passing.
So many autumns I can sing,
But new memories a new year will bring.