Blue World

Night falls, and the world hushes its noise,

Even the humans have ceased their infernal clatter,

Virga turns to snow, thick, falling softly.

Evening was fading light inside a blue world,

River trickling stills under a fresh new blanket.

Gone is my hot chocolate, and my fire runs low,

One must undo layers of blankets to restore both.

Now, thusly re-stocked, I can nest in my warmth.

Notionally, I should be working,

Actually, I shall contemplate philosophy, and

Geometry, and the music of the spheres,

Invent a new word, or perhaps a gentle rest.

Violet visions, comforting, my eyelids close,

Everything is cozy in a silent sphere of warmth.

You realize you’re being Rick rolled, right?

Out there, the snow piles up, tomorrow I’ll get

Up and shovel the walkways, spread seed for the birds,

Until I go back inside my warm bubble by the fire,

Permission granted, body, to take the day off.