Kit Kelen #580 - not a thing

580

not a thing

(winter saunters off in the old pyjamas)

nothing to do in the morning

but sun says

after all rain steaming

here's the track

away you go

hours the sun shows

are greener than leaf

all to do is suit myself

dawdle if doddle

then lunch

siesta

there was some scribble in there

the afternoon's a weight in gold

though somewhere in eternity

one gets a glimpse

of where time's running out of me

see the stain

see how it still pours

read reflections there

face them

cattle bright

tea on the terrace

what hills!

in particular

nothing to do today

no deadlines, no diary filled

the bush goes round when I do

takes the sun with it

and stars much farther

darkest nights

I think the world

might work that way

I task for it a moral coda

look up to the heavens

(you can't help that)

best I can manage is

gather your kindling

find a nice log

better keep on

keep going

that's all

that's what your last sun

will say