A short, seasonal write no more than a piece of (moon)cake. Cheers!
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.