Weary Sun, your sleepy eyes
With lidded shadows tip the night.
While water gently lips the shore
And swoops the owl in whispering flight.
Small, twitching nostrils quest the air,
And daytime slides from out of sight.

Cast from your mind the busy day.
Look not to labours left undone.
Take this moment, for yourself to say,
‘Now is the time that of my mind I will enquire.’
Draw up your knees and sit content
Before the warm and flickering fire.