Amongst the yellows
courageously reds stand out
robust clivias.
Author: N
Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.
Fog

I wake to engines—
inside, my brain fog clears up,
outside it descends.
Dance

A dance of shadows:
emeralds in the ceiling
lighting up the room.
Bridge

Though we build bridges
often we fall a bit short—
in concrete and life.
Shine

Afternoon sunlight
fades into the horizon—
ocean rocks shine bright.
