Lazing

I’ll be a little late today, to post.
That’s insignificant as it can be.
No obligation motivates – at most,
it’s just a morning task I set for me.
It’s chill today, for April, and I see
in fireplace warm flames of yellow-red.
I’m home from now till 2 or even 3,
so comfortable I may return to bed.

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