JOHN IN MY LIFE.

In the middle of midnight
He cheers,
Come on round a time.
Spends the next day in sunlight,
By mere.

With a throwing of hands up
He slides,
Down the willow pole.
In the snowing of cold dawn
He bides.

In the new down of eider
He sleeps,
Run a temperature.
In a big book and binder
He weeps.

Flowing down a white staircase
He’s clear,
Take you for a ride.
Every moment of wonder
He’s here.