Drifts siftingly
Down to the sunlit windowpanes
And we all rest
Nothing desperate
To do today
Just a few musings
A bit of snuggling
Being sick isn't so bad
With a blanket
Covering the hurts
And a bit of tea
Or red gooey syrup
Softens the ache
And stops the pounding
And still the sun streams in
Bluey and clear
On a cold winter's day
Saying hello
And reminding us
How loved we are
Despite the coughing.
