Responding to the sunny afternoon,
curtains, breathe in and out of the room,
for a moment I lay, I rest my eyes
and listen to neighbours DIY,
and children's voices lifting stream
playing on joy giving trampoline,  
indistinct not much clearer,
are voices somewhat nearer
which, discuss matters of no alarm,
laughter adds to its charm.
Even trains pass at a slower pace,
like the breeze, without clouds to chase.
A magpie's chatter, doves return coo,
and a wood pidgeon joins in too.
Dreamily, creep reminiscences.
Times, difficult to dismiss,
all the ways, perhaps I would
have changed prospects, if I could
have sorted things, when I should.
Still it's not bad, nor is it good.
I just turn away, and let them fall
the past cannot be changed at all,
dismissing them, behind closed eyes.
De stress, maximised,
my negative thoughts, who cares.
Feeling so relaxed, is for me rare,
a difference todays sun had made,
and it's one I so gladly take.

Afternoon  
21st April 2020    Michael C Crowder @scorsby

The sun appears
bright in the sky,
illuminating the
surroundings with
its warm and vibrant
rays.

A clear blue sky
with no clouds in sight.

It's a wonderful day to
enjoy outdoor activities
or simply bask in the sun's
warmth.
Loving it! Cloudnine
feelings. 😊

Impossibly,
pigeons sparked against a cerulean sky
spinning like a tossed hand of loose change
in appreciation of the day’s artistry

On the bed’s edge,
trying to align and affix,
gingerly stretching muscles that used to behave,
their co-ordinated flight cast me
momentarily saddened
as each sock and trouser leg moaned on

Still,
the sun kissed us all, anyway

In a day,  with bright Sun,  
Shines in the painted blue sky,
I rush to the room,
pick my backpack and thermos.
I  pulled some books with, a pair of shoe,
and a pack of cigarettes and some sweets too.

I leave,

And an escape has planned,
Anonymous and directionless.
I ran, I escaped.
Not a vacation, I can’t.

Maybe in some wilderness,
Or in seclusion, I lay. I Think.
far from each, in the east.
Where I count the leaves of trees
touch the breeze of the north,
and inhale the bright Sun,
Shall make me alive!

a sun will arise
another day welcomes you,
wrap and shine brightly.

A lovely sunny day
Out of the window
lined by wood, painted white
Marvelous guest house
filled with mystery, personality
style and history.
I feel good
One quiet morning
A new day begins.