Failings

As the hours pass, and the intensity of that first moment fades,

A certain lethargy begins, and the bright and sun-kissed colours

Seem to dull and mute and blend in shades of grey.

The clouds that billowed white and blue and purple merge

And cover the sunlit sky with steel grey blankets.

The leaves that waved a greeting, bannered and bedecked,

Now droop and sway with languid air.

The feather touch of fingers is dulled and made commonplace,

And the drive to do things differently begins to pall,

Whilst that temptress, safety of routine and all the old

Familiar places, weaves a soporific spell.

So heady excitement fades, and the thrill of adventure

Is muted and tempered by cool common sense.

And then the doubts set in.

(c) 2ndwitch, 08/05/12