Joie de vivre, lakeside, Coniston

Quietly skimming stones,

today I'm in the best of moods, 

I will maintain it 

for as long as I like.

The live long day will stretch

for as long as I like,

unassailed by the cruel hand of another.

Lost in this paradisiacal land 

of mellow hills, serene, 

who cares about Immortality

on a day such as this.

The petty politics of men disappear

in a squabble of geese,

a squawk of crow.

The mists of time 

reawaken me and sensible rise

to greet a sleeping sun in February.