Lazy day

The shadows
stretching slowly across the grass;
reaching up almost to the window
as if to begin knocking to come inside

For they venerate the sun
but tremble at its inevitable demise
as all light must become one
and the cold and dark that do despise

Born at noon
and grown o’er lawn
they fear the moon
as I begin to yawn

It’s a lazy day
The sun now sinks
I’ve been carried away,
time for bed methinks.

© The Drummer Poet
Written : 24/06/2012

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