Claim For Conviviality

So we begin th’ pristine page commiserating with 

ambitions to read in th’ Brazilian chair being wind-

blown t’ smithereens; it isn’t a gale-force storm in 

the making, more a blustery, pesky entity which’s 

begun a campaign t’ win applause with this claim 

for conviviality after the week of dull & boring rain; 

it means an extra layer of clothes t’ me - maybe a 

constrained sigh of relief - but, we’ll wait and see 

Clearly no eruption of glee is forthcoming - creaks 

are th’ only tree’s conversation’s a-rustling leaves, 

so we relax into midday’s torpor freed explanation 

for how we’re t’ survive until sleep encompasses - 

which it does for th’ Boss Lady, and  she grasps a 

bonus-based wicker-chair semantic t’ La La Land 

© 6 April 2018, I. D. Carswell