We all...

seem to be standing about,
lazily
like cats
in a window seat bowed
with heads outstreched upwards,
towards the warmth.
the kind that gently seeps into
your pores,
brightens the scenes that lie
behind,
your closed eyes
relaxed,
in a semi, dream-like
state.
reveling in
the absoluteness
the pureness,
of an early April
version,
of Spring.
Chrissie 04.06.05