Spin of Time

The season is here On this typical Maiden morn Of week days It’s by this hour Though slightly late I rose to take my bath The ointment was done and gone What’s more was to Nestle on the well placed Soft sofa by the corner Of my reading room And to await my breakfast To be served. Well has been done to the belly What’s needed (from me) was After settling on the round To dress up and find my way To the lecture room Alas an indignation Though a natural inclination That crept into the scene When I was about stepping Out of the room Here I picked up the cast Of the rolling sound Escorted by the heavy gale At the fore Of my chamber door The cloud I glimpsed Beckoned on these Natural commotions The rumbled Of this morn thunderstorm Took me by surprise As I felt the tremble of my abode As though the roof and the wall would cave in How heavy this morning rush would be? Certainly it’s heavy and took charge closely Three hours of the entire day Blessing showery hours Wasn’t it? That would best be related In the meantime By the soaking swamp The well wet weed The saturated sea pool And the colorful field Of bloom cherries and roses Posted on 23/04/2013