I wait impatiently
For your cooling hands
To calm this fever dream
The heat and light of past delight
Is fraying at the seams
I don’t have time to stitch it
I don’t have time to stop
But the summer slows, she’s turning
In the wet, cold months take stock
A time to sharpen tools
To mend and to repair
To ponder on the year that’s past
And for the next – prepare.
I crave the cosy fireside
With boardgames and with books
Hot tea, hot tubs, hot times,
Warm cuddling in nooks.
But first we see the leaves fall
The autumn harvest grace
I work and wait impatient
For winter’s cool embrace.
Joe Blogs
24 03 24
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