Sunshine and windswept skies
Clear blue and not a skerrick of cloud
Colours pushed to the edge of the scale
Shadows - dark and cold
Sunlight – bright and glinting
A pond of a thousand ripples
Reflects the Vritti of my mind
On the surface, troubled
Below is cold and still
Hidden in those murky depths
The sun bright out of the light-washed blue
Senses – confused, seeking comfort
Senses - dulled by bone-chilli cold
Senses - healed by the warmth of the sun
Painting with words these wintery days.