In times when day has ended,
I simply can't go on
with energies expended,
my motivation gone
the mind begins to wander
so aimless as if lost
and deeply do I ponder
about the coming frost.
The topic's unimportant
in trash heap it is tossed
now everything's discordant
no matter what the cost
for miles the day's been ended
but in one place I run
oblivious, unintended
unknowing when I'm done--
just then I hear your voice, dear
say "stop and come to bed"
the stupor lifts as I hear
from heart and not my head.
So ends another long day
just snuggled close and mum
beneath warm covers we lay
with love, and more to come...
J. Sandy