This weather, this part of this season,
It’s nothing more than punctuation.
A semicolon in our breathing,
That slows our thoughts
To calm hearts beating,
A parenthesis with inserted meaning;
You need to rest a while.
It brings a comma to the budding flowers,
And with bitter cold
And sleet filled showers,
That shut away all Jackdaw caws,
And keeps sensible cats
Sensibly indoors,
& makes the cloud dulled sun exclaim;
You need to rest a while.
Welcome this pause for what it is,
A nose tingling required ellipsis,
A time where short bars of Robin song,
Hyphenate days
And dark nights long,
Stop a time, and listen up,
His words, they are not wrong;
We all need to rest a while.
Missives & Musings 