The poem describes the changing of the seasons from fall to winter to spring as seen from a Brooklyn street. It notes how quickly fall arrived and departed, "just as the leaves had turned gold". It talks about being drawn to a sound carried by the wind from an open window, "like a song". The poem expresses a longing for spring's return and the "promise" it brings, hoping the window will be open again on the Brooklyn street.
The poem describes the changing of the seasons from fall to winter to spring as seen from a Brooklyn street. It notes how quickly fall arrived and departed, "just as the leaves had turned gold". It talks about being drawn to a sound carried by the wind from an open window, "like a song". The poem expresses a longing for spring's return and the "promise" it brings, hoping the window will be open again on the Brooklyn street.
The poem describes the changing of the seasons from fall to winter to spring as seen from a Brooklyn street. It notes how quickly fall arrived and departed, "just as the leaves had turned gold". It talks about being drawn to a sound carried by the wind from an open window, "like a song". The poem expresses a longing for spring's return and the "promise" it brings, hoping the window will be open again on the Brooklyn street.
To be gone in a day Just as the leaves had turned gold I was drawn to the sound That the wind carried down From an open window pane And oh, how like a song Or a sad melody To linger long after the end And the harmony rings With the promise of spring On a Brooklyn street
How like the fall to be gone in a day
Just as the trees had turned gold I was drawn to this sound That some fingers had found But now the winter seems to stay too long How like a song Or a sad melody To linger long after it's gone Though the window is closed And the questions it posed On a Brooklyn street
How like the spring
To return in a day When everything seems to be new But here's someone who's hoping The window is open On that Brooklyn street again And oh, how like a song Or a sweet melody To linger long after it's gone Let the harmony ring With the promise of spring On a Brooklyn street