poem for the day

Prelude 1
The winter evening settles downWith smell of steaks in passageways.Six o`clock.The burnt-out ends of smokey days.And now a gusty shower wrapsThe grimy scrapsOf withered leaves about your feetAnd news papers from vacant lots;The showers beatOn broken blinds and chimney pots,And at the corner of the streetA lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.And then the lighting of the lamps