Welcome

Trudging up to the second floor

for just one letter

a bright red mat by the door 

bids me 'Welcome'

hulme street

a scrap of litter flickers and glows 
floating high above the street
like an urban Chinese lantern
it hovers momentarily 
then the ashen remnants are blown away

hair dye

the sun comes out  
the breeze swirls a shiny cloud of pink hair
around my face
it makes me smile.

autumn

As I put the letters into the slot 
a golden beech leaf floats down
and is posted along with them.