Terrible sunshine beats on my door
It stirs the leaves
and washes away the day's toil
with its whispered winds
Afternoon surrounds me
wrapping my head in cotton noise
muffled and distant
If only my thoughts could be
so cotton bound
pester me with never
ending noise
Disturbing are the visuals
instead of a pastoral scene
what the angry person would tell
rather than the empty room I breath in
It's not terrible sunshine
that's just an intrusive thought
It feels like spring...