I was dining on sweet oranges.

Spread butter on a bun.

I brewed a pot of red rose tea.

And watched the rising sun.

I hardly leave the house now.

The news? Don’t want to know.

Not expecting company.

That sun sure has a glow.

The summer days are cooling.

There’s a silence calm and sweet.

I’ve been listening to old Dylan.

Feel a shuffling in my feet.