Edinburgh

Colourful shadows hop
on a wet cobbled stone street.
The autumn winds carry
sounds, carefree and merry,
of shuffling feet
that will not stop
and of distant laughter to my ear.
A sparkling drop
of rain is rolling down
a flower’s petals, like a tear,
like a radiant crown,
above an open pub door.

I have been here,
I have seen this before.

All these reflections
in a puddle
huddle
like optimistic projections
around an open pub door.