Lying on the couch
A city afternoon
Sounds of the city
Stilled by Covid
Eyelids heavy
By daylight bright
The mind relives
A scene long ago
Outside my window
By the hillside:
Green lazy river
Weaving thru' yellow vale
At the bottom of
Blue-haired range
That stretches through
Eye's end to eye's end
Against more layers
Of its different shades
That finally merged
Into the azure sky.
Like a lover
In its true one's arms
Or a child nestled
On its mother's breast
The river sleeps
Content, trusting and sure.
And ah the clouds above -
White fluffy, seamless puffs
Like boats sailing
In some celestial sea.
They'll turn to streaks
Of orange, red and yellow
When the sun descends
And the hills grow black,
But for now they're happy
To be white
against the blue.
