The yellow warmth of the sun
Breaking through the cool glass of the window
Is entering my skin,
Staying there for the rest of the day
In this glowing condition
Even when the clouds return
To take in their rightful position.
I shall sit here today by the window, all hours,
Where the yellow warmth can be felt,
With nothing else on my mind
Than the purring of cats, the colours of flowers
And don’t call me lazy.
I am having a break from the world.
I am having a break from the crazy.