Commenced it has

Bold drapes; enclosing curtains

Flutter reassuringly, circling
Mother den
Lumps of chalkish vessels
Resume background for the heavens
A sturdy mirage of black and white polka-dots
Unleash serendipity; “mho-ooo-ooo” rolls

The stillness, trapped in an anonymous threshold
Zooms respectfully near, busy counting molds
Or immodest green leaves, corrupt’d by dust
Almost aching for you to grab hold; subtle lust
Trumpets roaring, books snoring
Roosters howling “morning”
It.Has.Commenced…