ZeroKelvin

The Hounds of AutumnAutumn’s hawk flies free,Shredding the rain.Each inconsequential fleck of water falls,Unmissed,With nary a ripple into the clings to my hair,My gloves,My boots.A coat of mithril

Just One SecondThe moon is half full.Around us, the streetlights wear a halo of grime.Ahead, an old friend waits for us.But right here,Right now,There is only us.We’re awkward,But it’s not ...