Lazy Days

by Nicky Hurle

Lazy days

Looked forward to with such longing

A change of scene

Work long forgotten in the joy of vacation.

Arrival!

Shrouded in mist

Canopied in cloud

Driving drops

Against the once transparent

Puzzles galore

Books for the hours

Reception is poor

No sound from the box

Fresh cotton sheets

Tangled limbs

Sweaty, sated, spent

Sleep in the afternoon

Dreams of beaches, fine days

Awake to rays piercing the grey

Perhaps we will be able to go outside tomorrow.

 written in response to exercise five