Cycling

Oh dear, it is so easy to pick

up bad habits, even the measure

of our days do that; like the moon,

they wax and they wane, like us,

they are given to procrastination.

Dawn, as example, has been

unbecomingly tardy of late.  No

longer the delight of early birds

inspiring them to glorious song,

dawn is late now, and later still

will she be, succumbing to bad

habit.  What's more, dusk too has

fallen prey to slovenliness, confused

its timing, intruding far too early

on the day, each confusing the

other's seasonal instructions for

their own and working in tandem -

no malice, we are assured - bestowing

upon us a gift we would far prefer

not to accept - graciously, of course -

in the normal course of seasonal

unreasonableness of purpose.