Half open shutters
in a sunny dawn
remind me of lazy eyelids
from a sound sleep.
Their stillness
a rusk of a thousound golden threads.

How these indolent mornings
are missed!
The mesmerising dust's dance in the light;
the day dreams full of rebels and
ethereal terpsichores.
so strong and echt.

One often wonders
where these forenoons
can be recovered.
A, but they melt into blue rain
that hops in children's paintings.
Its rustle,
a melodin harmony.

Villie Flari, Limerick, Ireland
Poem collection "Merories"