The light dims and brightens
As clouds keep the sun in and out
I am in two minds now ---- to begin
The day or go back to bed, pretend
To sleep, hugging the shadows of night;
It feels colder than January last year
This could be because I am a year older;
What is that word to describe winter warmth
When the late riser finally gets to turn up?
Apricity --- is appreciated in the city not used
To the few months of hill station weather
The dew, I will swear, makes music sweeter
Even my voice is bearable when I dare to sing
In the wee hours karoake songs of my summer.
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