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