The weather descends,
shrouds our city in grim hope,
still raincoats rejoice.
Author: N
Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.
Away

Sunset show begins;
we’re all going away
as far as we can.
Warm
Beetle

I am a beetle
trawling to a friendly hand;
lets me down gently.
Appreciation

Puts herself out there;
who will cheer the lone flower,
tell her she is brave?

