Another Poem then

                LAP IT UP

5 A.M. ;
Animals of Forest,
to the side,
of this Northern landscape
I hear;
are quiet.

Some hibernating,
some will have to hang on in;
Quite and Dark,
no Wind.
A car,then,
on The Aways; Why? What? At this hour?

Through open 
attic studio window,
hear nothing now.
This is my Home then,
Northern Domicle
Freshening!

An Orbit;
A long Sommer.
EARTH
has turned the corner?
I accept the change,
another season then!

So!
They are rubbing
their hands!
The Utility Company.
And will lap it up!
For some time.............: