A Fir, Still Noble

I guess for now it is this way

(and I’m okay/you’re okay)

The season’s gone a different way

And I can deal-with-it, come what may

Maybe on some other day

We can play like children play

Parry past the frazzled fray

Catch dawn’s light by her first ray

Make like Santa in his sleigh

Giving gifts and sing, then pray

Act all festive, jolly, gay

Laugh out loud and throw some hay . . .

Now me down to sleep I lay

It’s just fine.

Or so I say.

Photograph “First of a kind/last of a kind. IHNI.” © 2018 Timothy Waugh