On KEH
Kindly as the light that rises up at dawn
Against the dark night sky shining in the morn
The dew of even glistening upon the lawn
Halliday arises for the genethliac storm
Exhaling fragrant canephoras at the start of every day
Rutilantly presenting in a gentle roscid way
Invoking languid sonorities in our crania of clay.
Now hangs my unremembrant head in sadness, forsaken and forlorn
E’en as the bold fritillary upon the springtime* morn.
*It is springtime in the australian hemisphere.