Sunset 21 September - Phillippa Wray
Clouds forming, reforming and fading away.
Artificial lights brightening as natural light fades.
Traffic decreasing but never stopping.
Boats plying their way up a calm river.
Lone footballer engrossed in his play.
Lives continuing and lives disrupted.
A city that goes home early.
A green city, trees abound.
Beautiful buildings all around.
Surrounded by history, enclosed by water.
My home city.