Windows shuttered against the cold one hears
so little at least at this late morning hour
when the birds have finished their early morning
chorus and all others have gone about their
quotidian business of work and school, etc.,
while I sit up amongst the walnut leaves
reluctant to go and do, knowing that
going and doing will be rewarding,
knowing that every piece of this chilly
bright autumn day could be terribly rewarding
oh so knowing it and feeling it and already
convinced beyond one little straw of that
and so, go and do I shall.
