in the beer garden of the Pantmawr
with a breeze that whispers autumn
as the curtains of the sky close
and a full moon and stars appear
quite indifferent to our trivial woes.
The voices of the inebriated
become louder after every drink
as dogs reside comfortably
by their joyful owners' feet.
I feel at peace just for now
allowing thoughts to drift like the clouds
as the curtains of the September sky close
quite indifferent to our trivial woes.