Last Call to Vacation
Having stayed close to duty all year long –
Closing my ears to spring’s enticing call,
To summer’s gentle whispers, to the song
Of woodland birds and mountain waterfall …
Now I respond to lures that tax believing –
This earth all raimented in cloth of gold,
With jewels threaded in, which time was weaving
While I was blind to how the year grew old.
I would be truant now, I would discover
Where blue-domed noons permit a tardy sunning
And gleaning of the bright playtime too near over,
Before I knew how fast the days were running.