Sometimes, the shakers require a quick sprinkle in order to reveal which is which.
Amidst our daily perfunctoriness, have we the assiduity to attend to the greeters beyond the greetings? Are we sure our friends and families are well?
Journaling a gloomy day with this quadrille, as I swayed in misunderstanding and waltzed through discord.
A timely prompt for a quadrille: a 44-word poem on the midnight thunder, overnight drizzle and morning dew.