Some days

To sit by the window on a langorous day
Silver webs of spiders, blue skies stretch away
To let thoughts wander like gypsies of yore
How easy they come, dance, tug, and float

Cup of hot coffee, warm palms, old chair
Quivering of dreams, some magic, all day
Wet earth of the garden, rustling fall leaves
Is it the smell of coffee or of coffee memories?

Days of fairy charm these, so precious, so rare
My little piece of sky, by window, my chair
So clear, the hum of life, in my veins in wet earth
Rendezvous with mystery, a secret spring of mirth
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