A day to be wasted

The chill of a young spring
wafting round my toes.
The new midday,
the old woes.

In perpetuity
life cycles onward.
A day in the life,
is gay indeed.

And with lethargic bliss
I blow you a kiss
Miles away and no road between
Lingering a moment longer
before pulling off the kettle.

Today is a day to be wasted