Afternoon Little Spoon

Crawl through my door unbutton my blue jeans
melt into the creamy tangerine diaspora
of furnished fading midcentury entablature
yellow'd light in sheets thin like paper
my chin on my chest, dawdle goes the hour
the fickle season in indecisive carriage sends
mixed messages to Dame Nature

but for now
the warm sun spoils me.

TA