POEM
Wax and wane
days weeks whoosh by
I am seasons
a door ajar
last year’s grass cut
soon overgrown
my young cats
here a decade old
birdsong evening blooms
incense wafts
Oropel by and by
a figurehead quaffed
you feel expectant
know not why
Velvet flower
Rippling sighs
Tabby fur
warms my shin
A shroud of mist
a dream-fed stream
Will let the morrow
bring me Spring!