Then blued the pond and warmed the backs of ducks and swans. When we did not emerge from bed it chinked through curtains, stretched to touch our heads, lingering an hour, yet we still dreamt. And so it snatched a deep black cloud, within this cloak fumed cold, then sulked and cried big tears. So roared and swore to stay away all day; at noon forgot and dropped us one gold ray. Mary Charman-Smith