Could we have a heavy raincoat with the sweater, please?! It's cold, soggy stitching on time's loom today...
I struggle into the sleeves of a new you
Are you shrinking?
it seems to me you come to
Your end while I'm still busy thinking
And long before I am wont to undress
let you be part of Past’s nothingness
There is always a little too little of you
do I rebel at your constraint
Wanderlust weighs against my to-do
Gratefulness exceeds my complaint
For lo, here you are tickling sleep from my skinTugging at my arm to begin again
© Janet Martin