the scorching day has veiled its face and it is safe to sit; warm airs have given way to a gently rising breeze, cooler, saying the time is wearing, evening near It is nice to be back here but I, in disarray, achieved not much today - with so much in life, so many times the same, I will try again tomorrow the tiny squirrel was disappointed when it came: there is no food; I plan and dream of energy and will: a body working strong and wellnext poem