The living room

Told that September would come
we ran through the rays of a
weakening sun
preserving the heat for the long
days ahead.

We could
all stay in bed until July and
why not?
such a lot to do and there was never
enough hours in the day, the week, the year,

the life of a mayfly sounds tragic to me,
but it probably isn’t.

I should be thankful for being able to be
thankful for all the seasons I have been.