Lazing

So the season bemuses me, and I idle the afternoon away. All those leaves yet to fall will burden the lately greened grass week after week, and I will rake and rake, but now the fallen few are no more than a decoration, best left lying as I enjoy the balmy days. Scamper, squirrels! Squawk, jays! I'll be still and silent, like the afternoon, and like the gray cat napping. Storing up serenity for the winter.

( Sunday Verse )