It's the first of October, and in honor of the occasion, here is a poem that I will write here, in this entry, a spontaneous poem.

Numb toes,

Running nose,

Running late again...

Flush of pink across the sky

I wait to see if the clouds will cry

Maybe then I won't be late again...

Summertime has gone

To say I'm sad would be half-wrong;

I embrace the October breeze again.

-Raia-