there is something about
the soft afternoon sunlight
pouring in through my window,
it makes me smile lazily,
blinking slowly,
makes me warm inside
like only 3:30
in the afternoon can,
nowhere to go,
nowhere to be

in all the right ways
it rubs so gently
into my senses,
i cant explain

there is a golden hour,
mid afternoon,
the heat of the day remains,
but the sunlight
has mellowed
into a buttery yellow
that i can taste

the rooms have become still
and quiet
so as to not disturb
this moment
of absolute divinity


the grandfather clock
ticks even slower,
holding the moments
silently between its ticks
and its tocks

condensation on the
iced sweet tea drips
with languid indifference,
the air stills
and the light pours in
like a delicious mouthful
of warm peach slices
and vanilla ice cream

what bliss
to be able taste
this part of summer,
to feel its oh so gentle silk
on my skin,
to close my eyes,
to breathe in the sunshine
and have its soft amber easiness
kiss my forehead
like i am
summers beloved

It travels in my rucksack
To and fro each way
Snuggled in the darkness
For days and days and days

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I had such good intentions
A perfect little snack
To keep me fit and healthy
In a bag upon my back

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Now and then I'd get it out
To see if it was bruised
Or pop it back into the fridge
Only then to be rechoosed

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I'd always be so happy
To have an apple in my bag
If feeling rather peckish
It's the first thing I could snag

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But this battered little apple
Would be left without a bite
Languishing in darkness
Tucked away, out of sight

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Today i'll eat this apple!
I promised everyday
And off we went again
And did i eat it?? Nay...

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F'rall the times it went to work
It've earnt a pretty penny
Instead of all the bruises
Of that, there were many

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So this morning i decided
To set my apple free
As it was now inedible
Well, at least for me

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So i went into the garden
And hung the apple from a tree
So the birds could have the pleasure
Of an apple for their tea

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The birds they did obliged me
With rawcus crows of joy
Pecking like jack hammers
The apple they'd destroy

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So I've made myself a promise
To not waste another fruit
Now in my bag, a small companion

Jeremy, my pet newt.

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