awake early
back to bed with a coffee
opening curtains
gold oozes
a volcano on the horizon
with coffee and Stevenson’s travels
propped with flat pillows
I read only to find myself wandering
into Thursday’s revelation
volcano is doused
gilded fields become leaden
I return to the book
finish the coffee
look at my peace lily and smile
as I notice the surfaces need dusting
a little like me
white light now blinds through my windows
fields are green
birdsong tickles the air
Time to breathe
Included in my book, ‘Broken Roses’, 2018
Available from My Author Page at Lulu.com
A Gap In The Clouds 