Through the eyelids All yellow and hazy and warm The sun gently creeps in A freshness blows As the birds sing Signalling the day is to begin Dust particles dance in the air Like midges near a river The weary eyes feel wet A yawn is stifled Arms stretched up What mysteries await me yet Snuggled under cotton Wrapped like a mummy The chill is creeping around No work today A weekend release Loafing is duly abound