Saturday, 15 August 2015


On the Eve before Assumption Day*
An event kept as a holiday
Though poised for action, all is still
This August lull means time to kill.

What shall I do? With friends away
And autumn fashions on display
I walk around in dusty heat
Feeling abandoned in my street.

The odd cloud forms and shadows fall
Like speckles on a nearby wall
Just one lone cyclist peddles past
Enjoying stillness that won’t last.

The traffic’s just a background hum
The pressure’s off in this warm sun
We bathe in a moment of “far niente”
As September will bring stress a-plenty!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

* 15th August

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