I prefer my sunlight slotted.

Divided by venetian blinds,
dust motes wafting lazily
through beams of morning light.


The sunshine shone, dappled.

Tangled in the canopied sky,
I like way it highlights
the memories in my mind.


I love my yellow light dulled.

The fog burns with the dawn,
driving through glowing clouds
as I rub my eyes and hum along.