It’s autumn
in the city here
between the seven peaks.
There’s a brolly dispenser
in the market square
and designer wellies
are all the rage around here.
It’s wet and it’s windy-
us natives are used to it at least.

It’s autumn
in the city here
between the seven peaks.
We look out into the night
and agree
the best thing about darkness
will always be the light.
It’s warm and it’s cosy -
inside my living room at least.