It’s a long time since I posted anything here, largely because most of my brainpower since last August has been devoted to writing an app for the iPad. So… I thought I’d share this with you.
He sees the day
A poem beginning with a line by Dylan Thomas
Especially when the autumn wind
whistles its sad song and brings the dampers down
on summer, then will be the time to find
some way to snap out of this black beat and clown
around a while, go singing in the rain
in patent leather shoes, leave no reason
to let the grieving age prolong the pain
by stamping winter on its season.
Stretch out summer bunting in the autumn sun —
all time, past and future, is best timed out
of mind. Time now is all that matters here.
O forget the grave, the crystal ball, go have some fun.
Think what follows carpe diem about:
trust little in the future