Burning Daylight

I’m burning daylight on a warm spring day, Admiring in the park a bright array Of peonies and pansies when I spy Pirouetting round them, a butterfly. How beautiful this outdoor noon ballet! We’re sweltering; I take the hose and spray My grand kids, shrieking in their summer play, Just one of many other ways whereby I’m burning daylight! With friends I’m sitting at a street café. We’re laughing chattering our time away. While sun ekes out the last drops from fall’s sky, I see the dusk, a pink parfait, and sigh! A chill is coming, which I must delay. . . I’m burning daylight.