This dull and wintry day
is still a weeping grey.
But with the turning of a dial
perhaps I’ll force a smile
by conjuring the warmth of June
against this gloomy afternoon.
Like a bored cat, I linger.
I boil water with my finger.
Yet, despite this warlock power,
I mope about for half an hour
and peruse the dusty shelves
wishing there were truly elves
and only finish half the tea
before my pillow summons me.